Lust of the libertines Is really quite tame While it rages, quiet night here beside you And your lust for fame Well fame is such a sinister game, I know... It could all end this way then And some things won't be the same Are just a phase And a name on a page But I'll be soundly sleeping I'll be soundly sleeping I'll sleep right through that age
'Cause I can deal with all... The blood on my shoes And the holes in my soul My spirit is tainted All my tears are painted
Or just so long as you... You don't forget to... oh oh oh Cut me on the wall By the graffiti, of all the things I just couldn't say
Or shove me up the wall Oh my darling It was a kind of loving But you've left me in the family way again
The dust on my tambourine Really can be explained I need to shake it more often I need to shake away the blame
Oh well, fame is such a sinister game, I know... The taste of goulash in your mouth As you stumble offstage... Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then But they whither with age
Oh, I can deal with all... The blood on my shoes The holes in my soul My spirit is tainted My tears are painted
Just so long as you... You don't forget to... oh oh oh Cut me on the wall By the graffiti, of all the things I just couldn't say
Oh, won't you shove me up the wall? Oh, you poor cow It was a kind of loving Now you've left me in the family way again