Оригинален текст
All the fallen angels
Roostin' in this place
Count back the weeks on worried fingers
Virgin mother whats'erface
Chorus
You don't need to sleep alone
You bring the house down
Choose your favourite shoes
And keep your blues on cruise control
All the gelded mongrel
Bear their teeth for you
Drag your feathers 'cross the dancefloor
Throw your shapes electric blue
Don't fall to pieces on me