Goodbye rose-tinted Pullover cloudy sky Let blue bottles touch those lips Goodbye rose-tinted I'll get into Dodie and Die Dressing like Ho Chi Minh 'Cause I know, you know the dark of a moonless sky And why halos start to fuzz It's the terror of Lambeth love It's the terror of Lambeth love Goodbye rose-tinted Maybe I'm shy? Maybe I don't give a shit? Maybe I'm high? Three runs A can of beer A lad of manners Never taught the wanker how to climb in her tights as yet Flies stick to shit Then I watched your halo start to fuzz (Trains go flashing by) And the world went crashing by In the terror of Lambeth love In the terror of Lambeth love In the terror of Lambeth love