You tell me to “[kiss] the joy as it flies…”
Well what the fuck do you think I was trying to do?
I tried to “[kiss] the joy as it [flew]”.
But when you looked at…you looked at him,
And, baby, that’s when I did

All the ketamine in South London.
Stick a prick in this dream.
Baby, stick a prick in this dream.
All the ketamine in South London.

We’re e-
vent dust.
When something is happening,
we’re happened
upon.
We will learn to love with nothing

and all the heroin in South London.
You put a prick in this dream.
I am not the prick in this dream.
With all the heroin in South London.

“και που κατόπι με
αγωνίαν ήθελα.”
Whence I’m put, years away,
I’ll take raw those pains as they are.
I’ll take every pain.

Something borrowed,
new and old and blue,
and a wicked flame to
oublier old billets-doux.
And a pre-nup
banged up
safe
behind the crooked Constable.

With all the cellophane in South London
we will not keep them away.
We will not keep them away
with all the all the cellophane in South London.