EASY STREET

so i carried on, even wrote a book on feelings, being s not enough -

love was not enough for me

i took the drugs to stop myself believing in your honesty, everything

was numb to me livin life through an old movie screen

i don t have enough so i drank too much from the well on easy street,

i had had enough put down my empty cup but still i took the stuff he sold me

so i hung around in places dark and unfamiliar

with the cavalry, (we were) runnin thru the nite on speed. we partied long,

 and hard into tomorrow it was not for fun though,

poetry and blasphemy all wrapped up with little bombs / bags of E.

so i carried on - even wrote u a book of music, music s not enough

Nothing put the fear in me, there s nothing at the dark end of this street.