I've had a masochistic kiss of d**h Of discontent wall to wall A hoodlum shrine for nothing more That went beyond the steel and call I can't stop falling I can't stop falling But I was keen to do the perfect Not what Angels do discriminate Against black and white I'm alright And isn't it time Your socks pulled up I can't stop falling I can't stop falling It's like some voyeuristic tradition Of naked hate More and more A feeble kind of subtlety That's lost beneath veneers of shocks I can't stop falling I can't stop falling I can't stop falling I can't stop falling I can't stop falling I can't stop falling I can't stop