Last Call

Locked down in London town
Ladies and gentlemen hanging around
I’m just too high to ever come down
Call me St. John of the streets

Getting my fix before I break down on my knees
Waiting for someone to take me away
Show me the narrow and show me the straight

I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore
More, more, more, more
Last call worst of all
Sounds night over but I have not found
a good enough reason not to stick around
Kick drum in my head

Cold prison of an empty bed
And the sight of the sunlight scares me half to death
Everybody here has got so much to say
Wish I should stop but I think it’s too late

Waiting for someone to take me away far from here
Show me the narrow and show me the straight
I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore
I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore