Living in lies by the railway line. Pushing the hair from my eyes. Elvis is English and climbs the hills. Can't tell the bullshit from the lies. Screaming along in South London. Vicious but ready to learn. Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer. Sometimes but always in vain. So I'll wait until we're sane. Wait until we're blessed and all the same. Full of blood loving life and all it's got to give. Englishmen going insane. Down on my knees in suburbia. Down on myself in every way. With great expectations I change all my clothes. Mustn't crumble at silver and gold. Screaming above Central London. Never born so I'll never get old. So I'll wait until we're sane. Wait until we're blessed and all the same. Full of blood loving life and all it's got to give. Englishmen going insane. Down on my knees in suburbia. Down on myself in every way. Day after. Day after. Day. Day after. Zane Zane Zane. Ouvre le chien. Day after. Day. Day after. Zane Zane Zane. Ouvre le chien.