Lock down, London town
Ladies and gentlemen hanging around
I'm just to high to ever come down
Call me St John
Oh the streets younger ready deadbeat
Getting my fist
Before I break down on my knees
Waiting for someone to take me away
Show me the narrow, show me the straight
I don't want to feel
What I'm feeling now
Any more more more more
More more more more, more more more more anymore
Last call first of us
And the night over
But I have not found a good enough reason not to stick around
Kick drum in my head
Cold prison of an empty bed and the sight of the sunlight scares me half to death
Well everybody here has got so much to say
I wish I could stop but I think it's too late
Ladies and gentlemen hanging around
I'm just to high to ever come down
Call me St John
Oh the streets younger ready deadbeat
Getting my fist
Before I break down on my knees
Waiting for someone to take me away
Show me the narrow, show me the straight
I don't want to feel
What I'm feeling now
Any more more more more
More more more more, more more more more anymore
Last call first of us
And the night over
But I have not found a good enough reason not to stick around
Kick drum in my head
Cold prison of an empty bed and the sight of the sunlight scares me half to death
Well everybody here has got so much to say
I wish I could stop but I think it's too late
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