| A drug-induced haze, I stagger through the smoke
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| Out of my nut on pills and coke
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| Taking in the sights, the smells, the sounds
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| Of dirty old London Town
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| A twisted beauty, we walk amongst flies
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| Met with disgust and accusing eyes
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| Windows to a barren soul
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| I’m out of cash and I’m on the dole
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| Missing links of broken chains
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| Statistics wrapped in flesh
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| Forbidden pleasures when alive
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| Are worshipped here in death
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| To feel it is to need it, is to taste what lies within
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| A bag of nerves, a broken man, a total waste of skin
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| Fear and loathing in London town
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| Fear and loathing in London town
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| Fear and loathing in London town
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| Fear and loathing in London town
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| Lurid colours and exquisite sounds are all since long forgotten
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| What once was beauty turns to pain, an ecstasy gone rotten
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| Reality and phobia returns with startling swiftness
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| Introducing to the stomach emptiness and sickness |