Lyrics:

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell Extinguishing the fires in my private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the license Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptized in tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat-race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition The albatross courtship marrytime tradition Sheathed with the walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck From the Time-Life guardians in their conscience bubbles Safe and dry in my sea of troubles Nine to Fives, with suitable ties While I'm cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero Becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now Praying deportation for his sacred cow A legacy of romance from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs This magdalene contracts more than favours The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of the swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard Graffitti disciples conjure testaments of hatred Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges This is Brixton chess A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease-stained roll-call Linger with the