Sid Vicious comes to doorway. The house and street they have no name. Hes wearing coat like always. Its colour has remained the same. His eyes reflect the sparks A gentleman, so cute and trim, Comes like a movie-star And the adventures wait for him.
The doorjamb frames him neatly As he is standing on the sill And he announces briefly That: There is no more time to kill. Revolver in his coat, The bat is shadowing his eyes. The weathers far from cold, Although its autumn there outside.
We now adjourn to garage With dust and oil-stains on the floor. I feel a kind of courage And take my cycle out the door. The stars begin to fade When I have turned the headlights on It feels like passionplay And then we are already gone.
The faces glimmer softly. We pass the gardens of this street. The welkins black and lofty And I can feel the engine beat. My motor-bike is steady. No need for signposts cause I see And know the way already: It leads us to eternity.