The night, the street, the lamp, the chemist’ shop The light glows pale, the light glows doom But still the light goes on Live another hundred years, a hundred-score and ten The night, the street, the chemist’ shop And still the light goes on
I’m the hooker on the corner Sleep still in my hair I’m the sweeper of the roadside Brushing it my cares I’m the 24-hour check out guy Sleep still in my eyes I’m the chemist at the counter With the light that never dies
Begin again each morning You know the words by now The night, the street, the chemist’ shop Willingly hypnotised Begin again each morning We know the words by now The night, the street, the chemist’ shop A light that never dies