""I was thinking of phoning The richest woman in the town A radio was playing nonsense And yes The cigarette machine is broken down Watch yourself now The lino's greasy It could surely kill Ever since they fixed the light in here This place has gone downhill And now I'm running Up the aisle Of an endless train And when I try to sleep I dream the very same I am nothing Becoming nothing And nothing's to be done Then I'm falling in love With lady 21 Press me to her tumbling beauty Oh gorgeous siren wraith I may never know what hit me But I'll leap with all of my faith I'll have her way with me And be delivered as it occurs She'll be smiling so happily I'll break my body on hers I'll break my body on hers Put out the fetch-candle If you're coming through And be my familiar spirit If you want to Deliver me unto my desire Deliver me unto my desire I'm up on the heights I'm still up on the heights""

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Writer(s): Barry Adamson, HOWARD DEVOTO, NORMAN FISHER JONES