Call me Dr. Frankenstein of London.
Bring the loonies to my door
And offer up their minds.
Now that may sound strange
Hey Jonsey, what's the score?
As I ripple past your door
I'm gonna feed my disease.
Where the hell would I be
without you there beside me?
I take a walk down my back streets
And all the people that I meet
are dressed in Sunday's face.
Hey Jonsey, what's the score?
As I ripple past your door
I'm gonna feed my disease.
Where the hell would I be
without you there beside me?
Where the hell would I be
without you there beside me?
I don't wanna know what you think
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