I am trying to be heroic In an age of modernity I am trying to be heroic As all around me history sinks So I enjoy and I devour Flesh and wine and luxury But in my heart I am so lukewarm Nothing ever really touches me At the Trois Garcons, we meet at precisely 9 o clock I order the foie gras and I eat it with complete disdain Bubbles rise in champagne flutes, but when we kiss I feel nothing Feasting on sleeping pills and Marlboro reds Self-pity won't save you Oh how our parents suffered for nothing Live the dream like the 80's never happened People are afraid to merge on the freeway Disappear here We stroll past the queue, into the magazine launch party I am handed a pill and I swallow it with complete disdain Kick drum pounds off beat high hats remember to look bored We suck each other's faces and make sure we are noticed The cocaine won't save you East London is a vampire it sucks the joy right out of me Dressed like the cover of a magazine. I've aged so in these golden years
