I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance. Rico said, "I'ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head. This is the sound from Camden town.".
I'm broke and I'm hungry, hard up and I'm lonely. I've been dancing on this killing floor for years. Of the few things I am certain, the captain of my burden.
I guess the moon it had it out for us. And the night and the stars the same. Everything she touched turned to stone or died eventually. Or was never seen the same again.
I met you in the upper room. Of a house where I slept with the angels. From hell and from heaven. Some for haunting, some for guarding. Each to his own purpose over my trembling skin.