Lots of sun for you young boy. Lots of sun for you today. Subsidize the opera forget coal. Sit around in the London smog. Cappuccinos amongst the fumes. Breathe it in and down the gym. Yes I'm on a witch hunt now. And paracetemol my only drug. You've got some black holes for the young. You won't feel it when it's gone. You've got some black holes for the young. You won't know when it's gone when it's gone. No sun for you young boy. It will hurt your lily white skin. I don't think it will hurt your mind. We'll be the ones who will give you soul. Close enough to fill all those holes. This tenderness slipping through my fingers. Sandy sandy feet - ice cream to sleep. No more feeling that you can feel. You've got some black holes for the young. You won't feel it when it's gone. You've got some black holes for the young. You won't know when it's gone when it's gone. When it's gone when it's gone. When it's gone when it's gone. When it's gone gone. You've got some black holes for the young. You won't feel it when it's gone. You've got some black holes for the young.