BLUR - London Loves
A malady has taken him over
Coughing tar in his japanese motor
The lights are magic
And he feels lucky
And he's got money
Shoots like an arrow - oh
LONDON LOVES
THE MYSTERY OF A SPEEDING CAR
LONDON LOVES
THE MISERY OF A SPEEDING HEART
Its love u like, and everyone's at it
And words are cheap when the mind is elastic
He loves the violence
Keeps ticking over
So sleep together
Before today is sold forever