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 the flowers.
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 Union Jack.
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.
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 cares.
Vomit stains, mixed with blood. Someone, somewhere is in love. Repulsion, repulsion. . Epileptics foaming mouth. Mental sickness burns you out. Repulsion, repulsion.
You were seventeen. Pretty in the head. Sent in some photographs. This is what they said. . Open your legs. Open your legs. . You wanna be a model. And this could be a start.
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 confirms the scene.
Normal the trouble, normal the fear. Normal the distress, normal the tears. Normal the yearning when you go away. Normal, you want them to stay. . And these tears that run down your face.
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 better days.
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 and cocaine.
People with cigarettes. Singers with violets. Some who have no regrets. In her room. . Men with no hair. Girls in their underwear. Boys who are debonair.
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 I?.
Someone is saying that all of these things. Are nothing and all in your mind. Well, you see quite clearly except when you're down. Then you forget all the time.
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.