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On the Thames Turbo of all places electronic Huggy Trolls
        rub hair for luck can feel it coming (all) over me
        gerrem off inspire nameless terror face the music
Take it like the white trash you know you are
        thank you very much make of it what you will
        Ford Transit gloria mundi stirring dead leaves
In the Surrey countryside apocalypse noir yesterday I thought
        I saw the shadow a ghost of inhuman bondage gerrem off
        gratis in a portaloo centre of town broad daylight
Smell of street crime mingles with melting tarmac some old
        guy with bad memories Burma Road just wanna see her face
        it’s life just life that’s all just life like life
Is cheap like I said it before turned her face to the wall
        its only flesh only folded-in childhood memories eclipse
        of the sun - just do it - its the best all-girl bodybuilders
For Death Metal wheels within wheels vicious circles undertones
        overtones evil in the small ads bridegroom wore suspenders
        distant fractured recording of Doris Day singing Move Over
Darling on the edge on the very edge of the edge morbid
        fascination for the lives of loners and losers anyone
        who’s no-one city of destruction hot towels lifetime
Wandering all the streets star-crossed lovers uncertain spaces
        drained liquid energy kool dude hombre live every Friday
        wicked in the wicked city scabby bag lady New Age strippers
Gutted? The young couple from Woolwich just fainted on the spot
        the ball I should say I’m so fat men don’t look at me
        anymore or the wrong men enter the wrong men distorting
Mirror can I effect machines? and now the good news put it
        where you want to be kissed explore new dimensions pump
        up the volume pouting bee-stung lips ivory satin corset
Ecru lace tulle and welcome to Planet Earth bozo faze zone
        karm zone saw it ona wall shame dead vision quest two
        nights in a crevasse embrace the white echo homo naked
Pictures obsessed attacker hasta la vista baby love suspension
        bridge incident pages in the wind ecce ancilla dominatrix
        of the trade know what I anticlockwise slip road mega
Boobs mama just another macho trip scared of sharks speciality
        of the house and your Hollywood Gothic allure that old
        black magic woman barking psycho well did you ever no
More no less no way no how pretty damn vacant back lot of fun
        ha ha hunger for perverse liberation windswept bridges
        grinding juggernauts clenched fists nightmare swarms
Nothing can hurt me now live Monday live Tuesday dead by
        Friday invisible spinning top stick no frills Avon calling
        put him through rodeo switchback bright young things
Who come and go oh shapes and shades bold and beautiful more
        dead than alive…you’ll never forget, never -
        from here the river looks like glass.