Dirty is in her Lovers arms
It is London in the Morning
Behind them the Skyline Burning
The riots meaning nothing
Behind in the rent
On this, the Eve of the revolution
"What if we killed our clothes and learned
To fall without Landing?"
In a cafe over coffee
He remembers Rachael
And how her wrists were like China
While in some Warehouse off the river
A daughter is raped to Canon in D Minor
"and all this horror... but what if the world wasn#tirnak#t
Ending?"
Do, Do, Do, Do, Do Do Do Do Do Do...
"Yeah I was trapped by the vastness of my dreams..."
And in every Friday night high street
Drink #tirnak#till you#tirnak#re sick, eat #tirnak#till you#tirnak#re full
"Cos honey, Baby, sugar... it#tirnak#s a fallen World"
These are Beautiful stories for ugly children "and I couldn#tirnak#t
Wait for each song to end so that the next would begin" "the
Lonely Millionaire in his private karaoke Bar" "and as Joe lay
Dying, kids across the hall were playin#tirnak# somewhere there was
A Party Goin on......"