Are you off to buy a drink?   I'll gi' ye a spare cider. A breast   No   I wondered which one of us was strange   Ecstasy, cocaine...   The street whispers      Rows of fucking machines crammed down needle only on alleys   High-tech biometric devices for eyes identify the foot from the flair   I wonder how different it is looking out?   Shop floor windows read no photos. Pimps look on   American tourist holds camera overhead   "Hey look there's a little redhead"   People pissing down pavement drains to come to their senses   "How much for a shag for the four of us?"   The glass door closes, the curtains come down, the iron lady does her work      Ecstasy, cocaine!   The street whispers   Beads of sweat and alcohol coalesce   A fat red face lurches forward   "How much for your hat?"   It's not for sale   "Everything has a price!"   Ecstasy...   Cocaine...      Go to peep-show and think about candy   What's she thinking?   Man masturbates in the opposite booth   We don't eat any   Licorice girls with false eye flaunts to each passer-by   One more bite of the cherry   The pimp looks on      Ecstasy, cocaine...   The street whispers   Ecstasy, cocaine...   The street whispers   Ecstasy, cocaine...   The street whispers   Ecstasy, cocaine...   The street whispers      Pass unnoticed past crooked buildings the street gets tighter   Waves of smoke-filled air entice seduce nostrils   Spark up a joint   And light up the universe   Dance giddily in the midnight moonlight   Climax in spiritual awakening   It passes like a gust of wind   Ecstasy, cocaine...   Wake up on hotel bed fully clothed   Sense a shag, mind molested   Try to piece together the night forever      Are you off to buy a drink?   I'll gi' ye a spare cider. A breast? No   I wondered which one of us was strange, probably me   "Ecstasy, cocaine." the street whispers   Rows of fucking machines crammed down needle-hole neon alleys   High-tech biometric devices for eyes identify the foot from the flair   I wonder how different it is looking out?   Shop floor windows read no photos. Pimps look on   American tourist holds camera overhead   "Hey look there's a little redhead."   People pissing down pavement drains to come to their senses   "How much for a shag for the four of us?"   As the glass door closes, the curtains come down, the iron lady does her work   Ecstasy, cocaine...   The street whispers   Beads of sweat and alcohol coalesce   A fat red face lurches forward   "How much for your hat?"   It's not for sale   "Everything has a price!" he laughs   Ecstasy...   Cocaine...      [Semi-coherent chanting including the phrases:   Children of the sun   You know the desert's coming   No-one's going to profit]      Come on!      Come on!      Come on!      Prophets of power   Am I falling into the   Side turns around the corner   I heard the speakers in the park   And all the personal sin non qua   Ah, they say they've lost their hearts   And all the docile fight this war    To the sound of Central Park   Don't be a sap militant, son   Even though we face a monster   Connect desires and reality   Now there's a radical philosophy      And all the personal sin non qua   Ah, they say they've lost their hearts   And all the docile fight this war   To the sound of Central Park