All I see are sad men grinning
Brown suits, streets of Shoreditch, Dutch bikes
He's a nylon god, he's a fantasy
Nighttime dreaming
Roaming like a panther
Roaming like a panther
I cannot love, cannot work, cannot breathe
Cannot breath
There goes the neighbourhood
Never stop to believe it was you and me
Stop to believe
Mr W4
I wanted to be in your arms
I wanted it to work itself out
He's a nylon god, he's a fantasy
Mr W4
Angela has gone to sleep
Cannot wait, cannot hate
Cannot wait
Making money 24/7
Making money 24/7
But you'll never find anyone else
You'll never find me
He's a nylon god, he's a fantasy
I'm a nylon god
Mr W4
Mr W4
Angela has gone to sleep
Cannot wait, cannot hate
Cannot wait
Making money 24/7
24/7
But you never find anyone else
I cannot love, cannot work, cannot breathe
There goes the neighbourhood
Never stop to believe it was you and me
Mr W4
