Last Chants for the Slow Dance - Sex Gang Children

So it begins, my eyes implore listen harder

Spirit like a wavering flame

Promiscuity of a failed romantic

Trickles like water from the brain

I’m face to face with my lonely portrait

Dancing with sailors in tiny rooms

The more scribbled the name bigger the fame

Last chants for the slow dance

And a drunkard sang like there was no tomorrow

And I sung with that cub-mistress voice

One step I’m nearer, alright, two steps I’m gone

Sing time in an empty hall, sing on, sing on

Sing time in an empty hall, sing on, sing on

Deep in the discos where the children are grown

I hear those stories of broken homes

From my masturbation clones

Last chants for the slow dance

Last chants for the slow dance

I’m the best of the bunch, always making the most

You just like puppets watch my shadow

Even dwarves started small and are wiser than most

They sit in grey everyday

Last chants for the slow dance

Last chants for the slow dance