In the gateways of UK Blind souls are looking for a place. With holey hands and dirty faces They're tramping on a trace. One man ,he's Sidney waste his life. On top of streets could done all things , With loyal friend and sea of fans Fired up the lot without remorse.
If life like a paper - Should we been developed..? It'll bruised ,it'll fired As so as all are not forever. But why we have been tearing For life..?
Neither Nancy or drugs Have changed himself one more again. Just the words in throat have stuck, Bloody mouse break down the brain. Drench of keif is dominate Like Sid will dominate the throng. When he this throng are persuading Pounded opiate kept calm.
If life like a paper - Should we been developed..? It'll bruised ,it'll fired As so as all are not forever. But why we have been tearing For life..?
Neither darkness or light Could pierce these ailing corpus. Will be smashing not on us We're just hiding in night. But all one the sun will rise.. Are fraying your soul - you gonna lie Through the years most little tears Mourn Sidney's life.
If life like a paper - Should we been developed..? It'll bruised ,it'll fired As so as all are not forever. But why we have been tearing For life..?