I caught you knockin' at my cellar door I love you, baby, can I have some more Ooh, ooh, the damage done. I hit the city and I lost my band I watched the needle take another man Gone, gone, the damage done. I sing the song because I love the man I know that some of you don't understand Milk-blood to keep from running out. I've seen the needle and the damage done A little part of it in everyone But every junkie's like a settin' sun.

its not tragic dying for what you love

Alex - But what I do I do because I like to do. Alex - No time for the old in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter. Alex - There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in a Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. Alex - What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultraviolent. Alex - The Durango 95 purred away real horrorshow, a nice warm vibratey feeling all through your guttiwuts. Alex - Bliss, bliss and heaven... it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh...Oh, it was wonder of wonders... And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now... Alex - You were not put on this earth just to get in touch with God. That sort of thing could just sap all the strength and the goodness out of a chelloveck. Alex - As we walked along the flatblock marina, i was calm on the outside but thinking all the time. So it was to be Georgie the general saying what we should do and what not to do and Dim as his mindless grinning bulldog. But suddenly I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and the oomny ones used like inspiration and what Bog sends. Well now, it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on and I viddied right at once what to do......