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