[Verse 1]
A figure at the widow
Peers through the rain at the world below
Where headlights blur like borrowed gold
On the necklace of some girl

He's the guy you'll never meet
Passing by on some Soho street
He owns the ground beneath your feet
He's the man who bought the world

[Bridge]
Draw the curtains, step inside
Where scarlet visions await your eyes
And London's lust and loneliness provide
Riches to earned

[Verse 2]
'Cause if there's money in their pocket you know they might as well
Spend it while they got it, they won't need it in hell
Good advice, but baby, maybe you should tell
The man who bought the world