Locked down in London town
Ladies and gentlemen hanging around
I’m just too high to [bad word] down

Call me St. John of the streets
Young girl will ready a deadbeat
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 [bad word] 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
I wish I could stop but I think it’s too late

I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore
I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore
More, more, more, more...

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
I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling now anymore