I've always been ambitious, I heard everything you said
You said "Three can keep a secret if two of them are 
dead", are dead
There's no place for us in heaven cause we spend too long 
in bed
I used to dream in black and white but now I dream in 
red, in red

As the traffic sweeps along the Westway
I think at night and sleep all day
I drink at night and sleep all day

High tides ebb and flow, we will feed you to the sharks
Take away your secrets and never leave a mark, a mark
I feel an itching between my horns, I feel a scratching 
in my heart
We can make you say you like it as we rip your life 
apart, apart

As the traffic sweeps along the Westway
I think at night and sleep all day
I drink at night and sleep all day
I think I dreamt I had a drink and then you went away