Lletres: Stranglers. No More Heroes. English Towns.

There is no love inside of me
I gave it to a thousand girls
We build towers of saddened ivory
In our English towns
In our English towns

The dogs they try to possess us
I can hear their anguished cries
They build towers of saddened ivory
In our English towns
In our English towns

I can see their astonished eyes
Look the same in any size

And their secrets are all the same
Seeking pleasure, seeking fame

No love in a thousand girls
No love in a thousand girls

No love in a thousand girls
No love in a thousand girls
No love in a thousand girls