Dark Clouds Gather Over Middlemarch The Dead Milkmen

She used to dance to the music of The Normal
You'd see her swaying to Warm Leatherette
In the piss-choked alley behind the theater
I'd catch a glimpse of her silhouette

Hold me closer, tiny cancer
A nicotine patch and a cigarette
You moved to London 'cause you thought it held the answers
But you were never really one of them

Bat-shit crazy future politicians
The one-lеgged man with a candy store
That girl who fucks all the working musicians
Thе police, the Mayor, and the rest of the whores

Hold me closer, tiny cancer
A nicotine patch and a cigarette
You moved to London 'cause you thought you had a chance there
But it was really just another scam

Hold me closer, tiny cancer
A nicotine patch and a cigarette
You moved to London 'cause you thought it held the answers
They found your body floating in the Thames

She used to dance to the music of The Normal