paroles de chanson Wild West End, Pt. 2 - Pearl Diver

Me and Moriarty, who can't straighten on the bend out of kilter in the filter lanes of the Wild West End
Where the neon grins some cheap sarcastic light
And the scissor boys are scything in some non-existent fight
The cut of a cheap suit from a slash-back razor
The stunning of a trigger, the electricity of tasers
The flotsam of McDonald's bags from which the sheep are grazing
The technicolour dreamcoat in which Andrew is amazing
And me and Moriarty dancing in our fucked-up phasing
Are breathing in monoxide and trying to pretend we're not cruising up the Kyber Pass of the Wild West End

Where the strippers are baring all of their personal Alcatraz
In the juke-joints and the junk halls and in the juice of all that jazz
A soggy-bottomed sawdust shish, a meowing cheap chow mien
And one of Johnny Rotten's busted teeth beside the garbage bin is there for me and Moriarty
My latest bestest friend
Both out of sync and out of pocket in the Wild West End

Where a waning moon in a restless sky is trying to pretend
That the markets trending upwards in the Wild West End
In Skidmark Street where tired feet are fixing on the mend
Where everybody borrows and very few can lend
Where Edith Piaf sorrows sing for me and Moriarty in this Wild West End

Where Moriarty, with a measured tone, having heard the division bell
Mumbles "Let's mop up the mucus" and then we run like hell
To the District and the Circle
Past the schmoozers and the bearded Turks
Who sell another piece of putrefaction in the pallor of the pox
For a penny in your pocket John, we'll let Jack out of the box
Oh jack us up Jehovah, we've found one last putrescent vein
Oh jack us up Jehovah, save us once again
From all this rhythmic razzmatazz of the bitter coffee blend
That's just me and Moriarty in the Wild West End