I am the hound of London town
Where the sheets are stained with gold
And every morning, the sun comes up
I'm on ceiling patrol
Hanging on by a burning thread
Never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque alive
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
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 afterglow
Hanging on by a burning thread
Never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque alive
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Bartender fix me a drink
I never liked before
Point me at the 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
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la (no one leaves)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la (this discotheque alive)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la (no one leaves)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la (this discotheque)
La-la-la-la-la (alive)
