You tell me to “[kiss] the joy as it flies”…
Well what the fuck do you think I was trying to do?
I was trying to “[kiss] the joy as it [flew]”.
But when you looked at…you looked at him,
Baby, that’s when I did

All the ketamine in South London.
Stick a prick in this dream.
Baby, stick a prick in this dream.

We’re e-
vent dust.
When something is happening,
We’re happened
Upon.
We will learn to love with nothing

And all the heroin in South London
You put a prick in this dream.
I am not the prick in the dream.

“και που κατόπι με
αγωνίαν ήθελα.”
Whence I’m put, years away,
I’d take raw those pains as they are.

Something borrowed,
New and old and blue,
And a wicked flame to
Oublier old billets-doux.
And a pre-nup
Banged up
Safe
Behind the crooked Constable.

And all the cellophane
In South London
Will not keep them away.
We will
Not keep
Them away.