Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell   Extinguishing the fires in a private hell   Provoking the heartache to renew the license   Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule      Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience   Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover   Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real      Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race   Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth   (Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition)   (An albatross in the marry time tradition)      Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of distortion   Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation   (She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart)   (She hung herself around my neck)      From the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles   Safe and dry in my sea of troubles   Nine to fives, with suitable ties      Cast adrift as their sideshow   (Sideshow)   Peepshow   (Peepshow)   Stereo hero becalm, be still, bewitch   Drowning, drowning in the real      The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now   Praying deportation for his sacred cow   A legacy of romance from a twilight world   The dowry of a relative mystery girl      A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union   A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs   Magdalene's contract more than favors   The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat      A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard   Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred   Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights   Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess      A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle   A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin   He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call   And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper      Son watches father scan obituary columns   In search of absent school friends   While his generation digests high fiber ignorance   Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows      Decriminalized genocide   Provided door to door Belsens   Pandora's box of holocausts   Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens      Waiting, waiting the season of the button   The penultimate migration   Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably   For the terminally insane, insane      Do-do-do you realize   Do-do-do you realize   Do-do-do you realize   This world is totally fugazi      Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?   Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?   Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?   Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?   Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?   Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?      Where are the prophets?