He said - come on now little darling, if you love me like you say

You can just lie there and sniff the smoke, you don't have to use your vein

And you knew all the stories, but this sweet boy would never do you harm 

You remember very clearly the blood with which you signed

Because the night gave you virginity was the night it took your mind

They said that you were pretty then,

In the mirror now you see this worn and greasy slut 



Ch: We only get one crack at this, we only get the once

Just four score years and ten, old friend,

And yours are bleeding away with the puss that fills your veins



So now here come your customers knocking on your door

With the faces of stupid children who think they are something more

You believed the lies that brought you here

So now you pass the same lies like disease 

And where are all your family to lock that waiting door?

And where are all your good friends to slap your stupid face

Instead you've got your little club who'll protect you, sure . . .

Like they'll slit your throat for a couple of quid 



Ch: We only get one crack at this . . .

No matter how you kid yourself, well, you still know the truth

Just one sweet life that's it, old friend,

And yours is bleeding away with the puss that fills your veins 



And your little son just two years old, comes crawling across the floor

Past the red eviction notice that lies unopened by the door

But they all live so far away and here . . . it's all OK . . .

Stinking . . . pathetic . . . filthy . . .