This is mister blank calling, gorgeous
From the slum which time ignores
Where folks use razor blades for toothpaste
And every breath is a holy war
Were you sleeping? do you hate me?
Ive been dozing in the midnight sun
And Ive solved all of my problems
Making the many into one

The good times are all over
I dont care, it seems I missed them
But I miss your smile, your laugh, your snore,
Your fond contempt, your faithful rage

Youre a rose
Youre a rose in a crown of thorns

You dont mind the queues, the burning trains
The squalid, mute despair
You dont mind deceiving lovers
You ignore the stinking air
Well, now accept youre just a person
Not the touchstone, not the face
Of the ages past, their grandeur
And the death-wish of the master race

The dawn sky is getting bleaker
Our demise could not be neater
And your face hangs down before me now
Like a rootless flame; in awe I stare

Youre a rose
On fire
Youre a rose in a crown of thorns
Well, I think youd better hang up on the jerk
Its been too long, too long, too long
From now on theres only gonna be one way
One way traffic now
The door is open, the door is open wide cos I said so...