When the dealer hits my back
I turn around to see his face
his pounded jaw his bleeding nose
and I ask for an overdose of love

I want it now I need it all
right before my [bad word] falling down
see my friend he's born in a wishing well
now you find him lying at the gates of [bad word] 

there's too much violence in my dreams
there's too much [bad word] in my veins
see I got a pirate soul to lend
I got my head right in my hand

it's for you as a gift you can take
'cause I know how it feels to be down on my knees
you've been up, now you're down
with no guidance from above
while the cold wind blows in this town full of dogs

gimme hope gimme fear
gimme love and despair
gimme loads of your [bad word] 
and a reasonable [bad word] 
your burdon and your weight
gimme all that I can take
'cause you know I'd love to carry it all for you