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 lukewarm
Nothing ever really touches me

At Les Trois Garcons, we meet at precisely nine 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 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

Because East London is a vampire, it sucks the joy right out of me
How we longed for corruption in these golden years