All the fallen angels
Roostin' in this place
Count back the weeks on worried fingers
Virgin mother whats'erface
 [bad word] You don't need to sleep alone
You bring the house down
Choose your favourite shoes
And put your blues on [bad word] control

All the gelded mongrel
Bear their teeth for you
Drag your feathers 'cross the dancefloor
Throw your shapes electric blue
 [bad word] You don't need to sleep alone
You bring the house down
Choose your favourite shoes
And keep your blues on [bad word] control

Don't fall to pieces on me