I picked the morning paper off the floor

It was full of other people's little wars

Wouldn't they like their peace

Don't we get bored

And we call for the three great stimulants

Of the exhausted ones

Artifice, brutality and innocence

Artifice and innocence

No tanks have ever rumbled through these streets

and the drone of planes at night has never frightened me

I keep the hours and the company that I please

And we call for the three great stimulants

Of the exhausted ones

Artifice, brutality and innocence

Artifice and innocence

Oh and deep in the night

Our appetites find us

Release us and bind us

Deep in the night

While madmen sit up building bombs

And making laws and bars

They'd like to slam free choice behind us

I saw a little lawyer on the tube

He said,