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I'm gonna play my card
I'm gonna walk the nine yards
I'm gonna scribble in the dates in my diary

I got a body in the trunk
I gotta never ever get this drunk again
All the whores that babble on they're gonna come and claim me in my sleep

Streamlined and bronzed by a generous spell
Our game of hard to get doomed from the bell
And throught the rain in the gaslight whisper
How the prey require a predator
Enought said we fled from the bar to your flat
In those legs tangled in a peculiar dance
And after reading the ink on her arm
I realise where this jungle cat's from

Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
I was, ever green, red alert
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December.

Grab your umbrella and hover over town
Where they’re tearin’ the decorations down
You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt
I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon
Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom
Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms
Wipin’ their mouths

The salmon gates of Humphrey Park
Look far less frightful in the dark
For tonight the sky candy shoot sparks
Of technicoloured reflective darts
The 'Product of Portugal' poured
Into the thimble Wendy wore
A junkie needs another hit
A captain goes down with his ship

Heaven's confetti pelts down
We're scattered like a toppled chess board
There's a biblical queue for the money machine
And a stampede spat out the drugstore
And the blood pumps like an ambulance
Neon frying commuters blue
The everlasting roar of London
Is a wall that we all can walk through

Well, that wasn't very nice of you
Things aren't so glossy
Without a posse
Oh deary dear
I've no business being here
Well now as I bow out
At the funeral of my youth
It was so lonely

I cross the Thames
As a frosty sun descends
Golden autumn into silver winter.
And like a jack-in-a-box
Who sprung out of the grogshop?
Eyes of fire through the cool vapour.

We blew with the breeze

In a dream-tinted flicker of light
I threw my guitar into the sea
The world's as quiet as a library
All the planet's creatures are asleep
Eve slowly falls from grace
She reaches out for every cosmis sphere
Earth welcomes her to her blue bosom
She splashes into her fresh tears

Cheshire grinning villain of my pantomine
Swagger out your vortex just in time
To catch harlequin and columbine out of costume
Come cobra charmer and crash my gate
Trick or treater swindle me some mdma
And let the slapstick clown swap lipstick with pantaloon
Again and again

There are,
so many hours in the day
i know i have got work to do
but hey,
my will to move or even use my brain
is weathered by eternal English rain
and when the talk show ends I scream,
right at the screen for more pregnant teens

You’re not the wedding dress
It’s the ghost of Valentine past
And the moon makes you an exclamation mark
We’ll hung upside down
On the climbing freeze
I handstand on the bandstand
And you’re the right way around again

We’re being followed
Driver, try to lose ‘em at the next lights
They’re hot on our tail
They’re not gonna give up without a fight
I’ve been mixing in infested circles
Got the dealers and me in touch
And the small other trap because purple
That’s when my time runs out and strikes

I love you, Joshua
I know I don’t show it
But you really ought to know it
When we go la-di-da di-da di-da di-de
All I really wanna do
Is run around to you

I look around the bar

You haven't seen the real life
Until all your dreams have been realised
I come from somewhere
I'm going somewhere else
And if the landlord wants me out
Well I'd appreciate the help

You'll never feel the flutter

I'm sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
Allowing his hands somewhere they shouldn't be
My disgraceful quest for immortality
An adventure in an airship
Inflated by my e..
Go behind the bookcase of the study
I'm stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory
And the subtext is dire

I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel
I terminate at Bethnal Green
I'd shake hands with the devil
To get where I want to be
Because I feel my soul
Swell through my brain
And spit tears out my eyes
When I hit the refrain

"All aboard" cleopatra purrs..
Among pens and swords, the gun's mightier
A mane of gold like a flame from a skull
Upon the wings of an angel
We'll leave this hellhole

Little boy lost down devil's alley
The mad alsatian can almost taste me

The subterranean world
We look upon
Is an asylum
Blow the sirens
Electric blue

So paint a face
Go on trowel it on

The street glistens like the stars in the sky
The frost christens every car that drives by
And then I know
Those old black and white movies were true

A slow taxi through the twinkling glitz
Takes us past the megastores
The whores, the poor, the rich in the Ritz

Standing on the rocks
Gazing across the blue lagoon
Sing me a melancholy melody
From your moon
The metropolis is growling
With bulldozers and vacuums
I don't believe in magic
But I do believe in you

Treat me to the aftershow
Treat me to the works
Where pretty people you semi know
Pop the buttons off your shirt
Treat me with an out of tune
Airbrushed the cracks and dirt
UCT, mouth to mouth
Whatever I deserve

Wendy wonders why I've been so cold
Wendy wonders why we take it slow
These cobbled streets
Lead up to under sheets of gold
Where fair sanity dictates
Young Prince, de-robe
Wendy wonders in lavender bed-clothes
Dusk to dawn, a lustful pawn to my throne