The Adventurous Type The Divine Comedy

[Verse 1]
The adventurous type would call up a friend
And make up a plan to meet, and then
The adventurous type would make his way there
And his friend wouldn't show, but he wouldn't care
'Cos everyone knows that friends are for fools
The adventurous type makes up his own rules
Much better by half to follow your nose
Do something rash and see where it goes
The adventurous type would stick out a thumb
And jump in whatever car that comes along
Now here's an interesting group of guys
All tattoos, leather, skinheads and knives
They drive and drive and drive some more
With stereo pumping and foot to the floor
They speak in a language he can't understand
But that doesn't phase the adventurous man

[Chorus]
I wanna know what it's like
I wanna know what it's like
To be the adventurous type

[Verse 2]
The adventurous type gets out of the car
And follows his new friends into a bar
And after a few unspeakable drinks
And plates of inedible food, he thinks
The Adventurous type can do better than this
He says "What's that over there?" and slips
Away through the kitchen into the alley
Into the midst of a fascist rally
They goose step, goose step, back through the bar
His former companions are raising their arms
And singing a song the sounds of it like
"Death to all adventurous types"
Then with a crash 100 police
With tear gas and truncheons burst in from the street
Chaos ensues he runs for the door
But he's hit by a bottle and slumps to the floor