I was walking down the street with my chains tied up to my feet
I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk
Now this street tells the same old boring tale that has failed in so many ways of life
To [bad word] its stories you’ve got to be dull as them

[refraint]
And all the love I’ve got in here
You’ve just killed you peasants didn’t even care
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here
You’ve just stolen You peasants didn’t even care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch, my golden hand
‘Cause it’s guarded by your promises, 
yeah yeah yeah

I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand
I watched her beauty from an armchair
I said “Hey girl have you seen that film with those kids in New York in the eighties
Oh, you have – Well, can I watch it with you anyway”

[refraint]
And all the love I’ve got in here…

Congratulations Mr. Major you savior, betrayer,
you stinking master of [bad word] 
How does it feel to ride all those horses
You cannot touch our hearts when we’re in bloom
I assume that we’ll win over the heads again
We conceal non, you’ll feel none, that’s what I promise
And all the love we’ve got in store, you can’t kill You peasants!
We won it all
And the love I have for her you cannot touch, my golden hand, 
‘Cause it’s guarded by your filthy promises

[refraint]
And all the love I’ve got in here…

Honey I love you, like the summer falls
And the winter crawls you’re above and beyond me…