Texty: Libertines, The. Death On The Stairs.

From way far across the sea

came and Eritrean maiden she

had a one track mind & eyes for me

half blinded in the war

with a pale young Anglican

who said he'd help her all he can

showed her Jesus and his little un-holy friend

She had no mind to please him

just say "ta-ra" & leave him behind



There's a little boy in a stairwell who says "I hate people like you

got matches and cable TV, half of less than 50p."

We all clambered over the balcony banging on the window waking Steve

bringing with a new love his un-holy friend

If you really need it you mustn't leave it behind



Monkey asked the mouse before

If she loved anybody more than he -

it turns you into stone

now I'm reversing down the lonely street

to a cheap hotel where I can meet the past

& pay it off & keep it sweet

Its sweet like nothing at all



Yes I've seen u there

You know I couldn't help but stare?

It rips the heart out of your baby

Now I've taken far too much

to think or see or touch what's real, I'm stranded on this street

which once paved my only way home

He got nothing

He got nothing at all