Music: Louis Eliot/Tam Johnstone/Frederick Macpherson
I am the hound of London town where the sheets are stained with gold
And every morning when the sun comes up I'm on the scene and control
Hanging on by a burning thread never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque alive
Love is born in a perfect storm at least that's what I'm told
A man weeps a woman yawns in the strip light of the glow
Hanging on by a burning thread never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque alive
Bartender fix me a drink I never likеd before
Point me at thе ATM I wish to overdraw
Hanging on by a burning thread never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque... alive
No one leaves this discotheque alive
No one leaves this discotheque alive