The Story started and it ended so quick 
Like jack and gill but with heroin 
Disco lights and a glint in the eye of 
Dancing girls at the Candybox night 

Queuing up for something under priced 
Working weekends just to pay for drugs 
This little story keeps repeating itself 
Reading fashion mags to look at the girls 

In the city, in the city tonight 
You live by the sword but you die by the knife 

I want it all; I want it all for me 
These things in life they just don’t come for free 
Converse boots and a look on her face 
That says if you’ve got the money then I’m yours tonight