She sang like an angel To the chattering plates But your pimp and your pusher You both thought were great Well, you earned enough money To pay for your
She sits in the sunlight each morning And waits for her memory to fade If she tells you she's got a messiah It's one that she's already made She's no
I look into your eyes You look up in surprise Sitting on the circle line As you get up to leave They take you by the sleeve Sitting on the circle line
This one's a dodo This one's a flop This one's a moron And I'm fit to drop Cross-fire chatter Caught in the slums She's off to her Chelsea Hotel Her
Do you ever get a feeling You should be watching Ealing? The heroes of our youth are all there George and Bill, Alec and Will All so religiously square
Jimmy was just coming out of school When the drug dealer came Give me some of that heroin Some of that cocaine Heroin, heroin and cocaine Heroin, heroin
Fallen hero is fighting at the Fez Fallen hero is losing, nobody cares And they found him dead In the back of his car Shot through the heart Under cold
The people here are happy In heaven in the sky And sometimes when you're suffering Well, sometimes they do cry In heaven, in heaven So throw away your
Jacky, she's a fake whore She'll obstruct you on your way And she'll hit you and she'll beat you every day And, Jacky, she's a fake whore And she's seen
Vomit stains, mixed with blood Someone, somewhere is in love Repulsion, repulsion Epileptics foaming mouth Mental sickness burns you out Repulsion, repulsion
Desire and despair and decadence All wrapped up in providence Your misery which you let bleed Your sense of sentiment You climb the stairs and have no
I took him some flowers Passed pillars and towers The statue defaced and unclean And though he might lie there I don't think that you care And your graffiti
Sitting there in your cell With your anguish and your hell And no cure, no cure for you When you're prison house blue Four walls on which you stare Nobody
Valium glances beneath plastic flowers Heathens and sinners and men of the hour In massage parlors on bended knees You always wanted to please in Sodsville
When they pulled me from the wreckage I asked three things to be explained Is it raining, is it pouring? And will I feel much pain? Everyone was so nice
And you with your insufferable power Breaking hearts by the hour We die with the flowers And you, a poisonous shower That breaks as we cower We die with
Skinheads have all gone England's bastard sons Pissed on all those years I guess nothing matches tears Nothing matches Nothing matches You wore your
Haunting me All you ever did was haunting me With a shadow of a smile for a while Haunting me From the cradle to senility Well, I shouldn't lie, should
