I took a walk down Rue Morgue Avenue
Wearing my latest disguise
Enjoying the perfume of utter dismay
I was effectively anaesthetised
Starving so arrogantly in jumble-sale pearls
Evangeline hires out my throat
We've got the streets of London mapped in our beds
Nagasaki under our coats
Wide boys -Up on the streets
Wide boys - Ah, come on and meet me
Wide boys - Delightfully unpleasant
With our foxy adolescent sneers
Tired of being put down
Broken-hearted my life not started
Tired of being cut down
All your illusions disillusion me....
Wide boys -Up on the streets
Wide boys - Ah, come on and meet me
Wide boys - Delightfully unpleasant
With our foxy adolescent sneers
Open sore music plays the wrong side of nightmare
Juke-box models collide
The saint on the fire escape bleeds to the sun
Embracing the old suicide bride
I spent a few lifetimes making spinal connections
Down on Einstein Boulevard
I've proud to walk a tightrope now the gravity's so high
I swagger like a neon guitar
With the Wide boys -Up on the streets
Wide boys - Ah, come on and meet me
Wide boys - Delightfully unpleasant
With our foxy adolescent sneers
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