In the gateways of UK
Blind souls are looking for a place.
With holey hands and dirty faces
They're tramping on a trace.
One man ,he's Sidney waste his life.
On top of streets could done all things ,
With loyal friend and sea of fans
Fired up the lot without remorse.
If life like a paper -
Should we been developed..?
It'll bruised ,it'll fired
As so as all are not forever.
But why we have been tearing
For life..?
Neither Nancy or drugs
Have changed himself one more again.
Just the words in throat have stuck,
Bloody mouse break down the brain.
Drench of keif is dominate
Like Sid will dominate the throng.
When he this throng are persuading
Pounded opiate kept calm.
If life like a paper -
Should we been developed..?
It'll bruised ,it'll fired
As so as all are not forever.
But why we have been tearing
For life..?
Neither darkness or light
Could pierce these ailing corpus.
Will be smashing not on us
We're just hiding in night.
But all one the sun will rise..
Are fraying your soul - you gonna lie
Through the years most little tears
Mourn Sidney's life.
If life like a paper -
Should we been developed..?
It'll bruised ,it'll fired
As so as all are not forever.
But why we have been tearing
For life..?
