At Les Trois Garçons We meet at precisely 9 o'clock I order the foie gras And I eat it with complete disdain Bubbles rise in champagne flutes But when we kiss, I feel nothing Feasting on sleeping pills And Marlboro Reds (Self-pity won't save you)
Oh, how our How our parents, they suffered for nothing Live the dream, live the dream Live the dream like the '80s never happened People are afraid Are afraid to merge on the freeway Disappear here
We stroll past the queue Into the magazine launch party I am handed a pill And I swallow with complete disdain Kick drum pounds, off-beat hi-hats Remember to look bored We suck each others' faces And make sure we are noticed (The cocaine won't save you)
Because East London is a vampire It sucks the joy right out of me How we long for corruption In these golden years
Oh, how our How our parents, they suffered for nothing Live the dream, live the dream Live the dream like the '80s never happened People are afraid Are afraid to merge on the freeway Disappear here