Locked down in London town Ladies and gentlemen hanging around I’m just too high to ever come down Call me St. John of the streets Getting my fix before I break down on my knees Waiting for someone to take me away Show me the narrow and show me the straight I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore More, more, more, more Last call worst of all Sounds night over but I have not found a good enough reason not to stick around Kick drum in my head Cold prison of an empty bed And the sight of the sunlight scares me half to death Everybody here has got so much to say Wish I should stop but I think it’s too late Waiting for someone to take me away far from here Show me the narrow and show me the straight I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore