I

am

try-

ing

to

be

h-

e-

ro-

ic,

In

a-

n

age

of

mo-

der-

ni-

ty.

I

am

try-

ing

to

be

h-

e-

ro-

ic,

'cause

all

a-

a-

round

me

his-

to-

ry

sings.

So

I

en-

joyed

and

I

d-

e-

vo-

ured

flesh

a-

nd

wine

and

lu-

xu-

r-

y.

But

in

my

heart,

I

a-

m

luke-

warm;

no-

thi-

ng

ev-

er

re-

a-

lly

tou-

ches

me.

At

Les

Tr-

o-

i-

s

Gar-

co-

ns

we

me-

et

at

pre-

cise-

ly

9

o'-

clock.

I

or-

der

th-

e-

e-

e

foie

gras

and

I

e-

e-

e-

e-

at

it

with

com-

plete

dis-

dain.

Bub-

bles

rise

in

cham-

pagne

flutes,

but

when

we

kiss,

I

feel

no-

thing.

Feast-

ing

o-

n

sleep-

ing

pills

and

M-

a-

rl-

boro

Reds.

Oh-

ho

ho-

w

our

ho-

w

our

pa-

r-

ents

they

su-

u-

u-

uff-

ered

for

no-

thing

Live

the

dream,

live

the

dream,

live

the

dream

Like

the

Eight-

ies

ne-

ver

hap-

pened.

Pe-

o-

ple

are

a-

fraid

are

a-

fraid

To

me-

e-

erge

on

the

free-

way.

Dis-

ap-

pear

he-

re

Stroll

past

th-

e-

e-

e

pi-

er

in-

to

the

ma-

ga-

zi-

ne

launch

par-

ty.

I'm

han-

ded

a-

a-

a-

a

pi-

ll,

and

I

swa-

a-

a-

a-

al-

low

with

com-

plete

dis-

dain.

Kick-

drum

bangs

off

beat

high-

hats;

Re-

mem-

ber

to

look

bored.

We

suck

each

ot-

hers'

fa-

a-

ces,

and

make

sure

we

are

noticed-

.

Be-

cause

East

Lon-

don

is

a

vam-

pi-

re,

it

sucks

the

joy

right

out

of

m-

e

How

we

long

for

cor-

rup-

ti-

on

in

these

gol-

den

years.

Oh-

ho

ho-

w

our

ho-

w

our

pa-

r-

ents

they

su-

u-

u-

uff-

ered

for

no-

thing

Live

the

dream,

live

the

dream,

live

the

dream

Like

the

Eight-

ies

ne-

ver

hap-

pened.

Pe-

o-

ple

are

a-

fraid

are

a-

fraid

To

me-

e-

erge

on

the

free-

way.

Dis-

ap-

pear

he-

re

Dis-

ap-

pear

he-

re

Dis-

ap-

pear

he-

re

Dis-

ap-

pear

he-

re

Dis-

ap-

pear

he-

re