...Of Lights
Dirty is in her lovers' arms and it is London in the morning
Behind them the skyline burning the riots meaning nothing
Behind in the rent, and ahead in evolution
On this, the Eve of the revolution

In a café over coffee he remembers Rachael
And how her wrists were like China
While in some warehouse off the river
A daughter is raped to Canon in D Minor
And just suppose it, just imagine
What if the world wasn't ending

Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo...

And see there beneath the moon
The widowed moll moves
Through the gangsters' bars
Is a Jaguar, through an orchestra
And the orchestra is out of tune
And the band is out of time
And all this horror
Perversion
But what if the world wasn't ending?
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo...

Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo...

But what if the world wasn't ending?
And in every friday night high street
Drink till you're sick and eat till you're full
Cos honey, Baby, sugar, it's a fallen World

Ugly children
These are Beautiful stories for ugly children
These are Beautiful stories for ugly children
These are Beautiful stories for ugly children
We couldn't wait for each song to end so that the next would begin
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As you lay dying kids across the hall were playing, somewhere there’s a party going on