Come take a walk with me downtown Where the ancient spirits may be found The dull thump of techno is not the sound That assaults your senses, now It's the baying hounds
Suddenly you're enveloped in a must Although you're not drinking you feel quite ****** You've never known a feeling like this No all the times on acid and mushrooms you've tripped
This must be the wrong alley, you've turned in It's like a tiny hurricane in which you spin The lights blur, your stomach churns You have definitely taken a wrong turn
It must be the 19th Century in which you're found The way the men's coattails skirt the ground You want to scream, you can't make a sound People walk right through you, like there's no one around
All of the shops have shrunk in size Changed from concrete to marble before your eyes The windows are smaller, tiny panes of glass As through the mud and ****, you wander past
The black horses stomp, their breath it steams The silver on their bridles gleams Sewage runs through the gutters like a stream Stuck in a 19th Century nightmare dream
The words in the drunken shouts don't really differ But the accent's changed, grown coarser, thicker . It's gaslight, not neon now that flickers But you could probably get a decent pint of bitter
The working girls are still around They look even dirtier, more worn down Money for Gin, not crack must now be found But still the sordid beat they pound
Suddenly, the mist it clears The smell of horseshit disappears You were there for a minute, now you're back here Now you slowly walk back home, shaking with fear