Red Bloated Scholars by Gascoigne Lyrics

I took a liking to town hall and archways
Especially one I've never been
The magic won't last longer if I used all my sense
Bathe in sunlight and an always proud history
The brick gets redder every passing dawn
An illusion I'd like to keep, in a folder marked within

I put an effort on my little discovery with tortellini dribbling down my throat
A condition I'd prefer to be
When I pretend to know these streets
It becomes harder to caress and understand
Without a single clue of how to sin
But still I'd have a better chance
Than your selfie minded spree

While the rain struck down your parade
I sat here wiki-ed everything I need to know
Majestic classes with grand statuettes
Ancient plazas under Neptune's gaze

How it shines
A sacred trophy they once had
Oh how they yearned
The club was founded since 09
I can pull up more facts If I wanted
So obscure you can never decipher
Like this song
It has more depth than the ocean of shits
On your feed
Always