| I'll see you in the castle, | |
| Corner of | |
| Wigmore Street. | |
| We'll take a drink, and maybe think, | |
| Seek a sordid place where we can meet. | |
| More forgotten people, rain still teeming down. | |
| That's all there is to do, | |
| In this desperate and dismal town. | |
| But I still | |
| I keep on comin', | |
| I daisy-chain my life away. | |
| Gotta keep on doing nothing, | |
| Till the call on | |
| Judgement | |
| Day.Got no religion, just living hell. | |
| If I had money, | |
| I'd drop it all in the wishing well. | |
| Stand in the doorway, wait for a man to come. | |
| Got no religion, and my life's just begun. | |
| Waiting for next | |
| Sarurday night, | |
| When it all kicks off. | |
| I got a date with miss | |
| Ludo, Ludovica | |
| Nabokov.Nothing happened last weekend, | |
| I guess it never will. | |
| It stays the same if | |
| I don't change, | |
| There is no panacea pill. | |
| But I still | |
| I keep on comin', | |
| I daisy-chain my life away. | |
| I try to keep on doing nothing, | |
| Till the call on | |
| Judgement | |
| Day.Got no religion, just living hell. | |
| If I had some money, | |
| I'd drop it all in the wishing well. | |
| Stand in the doorway, wait for a man to come. | |
| Got no religion, and my life's just begun. | |
| Got no religion. | |
| I try to change most everything, | |
| I even change my name. | |
| I change my clothes, and | |
| I change my friends. | |
| But I end up still the same."Change must come from within" | |
| That's what the man has said..."Willingness is all you need, son- you're old, but you're not dead" | |
| And still it keeps on comin', | |
| I daisy-chain my life away. | |
| I try to keep on doing nothing, | |
| Till the call for | |
| Judgement | |
| Day.Got no religion, nowhere to run | |
| Got nothing going, and | |
| I still can't feel the sun. | |
| Wait for a new day, a | |
| Messianic dawn, | |
| Same terraced houses, with their cold curtains drawn. | |
| Got no religion, just living hell. | |
| If I had some money, | |
| I'd drop it all in the wishing well. | |
| Stand in the doorway, wait for the man to come. | |
| Got no religion, and my life's just begun. | |
| Yeah my life's just begun! |