| I’ve seen the animal, the animal is waiting, under a full moon, of shiny faces. |
| Down by the river, two dogs attack each other. A woman is screaming at a boy in a baseball cap. |
| Angel boy, in pristine white, comes running. Here comes the gang, having fun, |
| Big brown dog, let loose. Big man cuts between, points the way, full moon |
| watching, red steel with rubber, |
| you want me? Animal is waiting. |
| With a goldring tortoise shell glass in her hand |
| inky inky finger there’s more feel riding here) |
| From the east end of London, past the M25 |
| How many of us will get out here alive? oooh |
| Wipe the salt from my skin, take the pressure from my head |
| (I come) from the station, gonna watch you slide instead |
| Two eyes on the waistband, one pair of battered feet |
| Is this perfection? is it time for us to be? oohh |
| (?) from the corners of your door |
| Pulls me down and made me clean, i wanna get some more |
| Numbers on your collarbone, will you be my sun? |
| Whip it out and (?) |
| Cruel and tender, magic degrees of truth, |
| Like a spider on my skin, like the way you slip away from me Wave something () is burning () |
| Waiting for winter, dancing for rain, my temptation, in pink and gold… |
| Orbits me, and i, at the center of eye, |
| and crystal water running straight to the sea of release |
| i see eye looking back at me freshly squeezed and funky… |