I am trying to be heroic,

In an age of modernity.

I am trying to be heroic,

because all around me history sings.



So I enjoyed and I devoured

flesh and wine and luxury.

But in my heart,

I am lukewarm;

nothing ever really touches me.



At Les Trois Garcons

we meet at precisely 9 o'clock.

I order the foie gras

and I eat it with complete disdain.

Bubbles rise in champagne flutes,

but when we kiss, I feel nothing.



Feasting on sleeping pills

and Marlboro Reds.

(so busy won't save you)



Oh how our parents

they suffered for nothing

Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream

Like the 80s never happened.

People are afraid, are afraid

To merge on the freeway.

Disappear here



Stroll the pier

into the magazine launch party.

I am handed a pill,

and I swallow with complete disdain.

Kick-drum bangs off the high-hat;

Remember to look bored.

We suck each others' faces,

and make sure we are noticed.



(Cocaine won't save you)

Because East London is a vampire,

it sucks the joy right out of me

How we long for corruption in these golden years.



Oh how our parents

they suffered for nothing

Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream

Like the 80s never happened.

People are afraid, are afraid

To merge on the freeway.

Disappear here [x4]