Freak Street

Greek Street

Freak suite

I'll moonbathe on your grassy banks

Walk the ever endless planks

Of screwing you

Electric trees and photographs

Of mummy's one-time blue-eyed one

In birthday suit and tinsel bristols

Oh what exclamation marks

The difference of their lives

Running unseen down the years and tears

Everyone has fallen

Greek Street

Freak suite

One hand clapping

To the sound of no feet tapping

Jing-a-ling a neon desert storm of tin can shabbiness

Poison like second-hand confetti sharing hollowness

Cigarettes and lipstick, cakey makeup

Natter happy flattering

Newcastle brown, thistle down, floating round

Floating round

Floating round

Won't you come with me?

I'm going to Soho

To float like a yoyo

As stoned as I don't know what hit me

Today is forever

Won't you ask if you can play

And we'll roll in the hay

Smoke all day

Drag the world down on top of us

Raving away

Won't you come with me?

We'll all sing together

Fade into the canvas of colour

In every brush-stroke of picture

We're painting