Porcelain doll 
Your mother runs an antique shop 
She takes some stuff, I take a lot 
We sleep all day 
Slow response 
I'm feelin' like an afterthought 
I guess I'm kinda lost in space 
And London's okay 
She don't even ask what time it is anymore 
Dressed up like its World War 24 

Sugar sweet 
She loves it when it hits her teeth 
The river hides the carousel 
In London, oh well 
Coma comes 
Like bullets from a candy gun 
Delivers us into the sun 
Of London, my love 
She don't even ask what time it is anymore 
Dressed up like its World War 24 

And if we get too high 
We'll burn this town 
We'll burn this town 
We'll burn this town 
Oh, baby, bring me down 
Oh, baby, bring me down 
Oh, baby, bring me down 
Oh, baby, bring me down 
I'm all yours 
I'm all yours 
I'm all yours