Terry Neilson - Islington John lyrics

This part of town is all flatfish tramps Beautiful women becoming mothers All night long the piano grinsI sit drinking sweetheart stout Hey lonely you with the negro face Say lonely what time does the music start? Suddenly the actress belly laughs And I put my hand on hers Islington John, time you were gone Look at the clock, it's a quarter to one And when it strikes the hour I will steal your poppy flower I get a nosebleed under the blue lamp The actress goes up to the ugly man and they kiss The wind ruffles the polythene On a woman drunk on powdered milk and gas Me and the actress meet a crowd walking backwards Football fans attacking gypsy caravans Someone hits my head from the back As I'm peeping at cookery down an extractor stack Islington John lifted the nylon Lay amongst the broken antiques and smiled Reeking of coffee and piss Sober enough just to say this: 'I will pay for the fire extinguisher The sand bucket and case If you will let me pay for this man's face'