Equally Cursed & Blessed

London never sleeps, it just sucks The life out of me, and the money from my pocket London always creeps, showbiz hugs The life out of me, have some dignity honey Euston, Paddington, train station please Make the red lights turn green, endlessly My b

The sun is shining We should be making hay But we're dead from the waist down Like in Californ-i-a Victory is empty there are lessons in defeat But we're dead from the waist down We are sleeping on our feet We stole the songs from birds in trees Boug