Pete Doherty Quotes

In the morning theres a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies that beg into your eyes Through the looking glass in between your thighs It's really no small surprise How it goes straight down the rabbit hole There it goes

I can't believe you've listed everything I stole since we met But I stole no kisses Just some books And the odd cigarette

I defy you all To know twice as much as nothing at all It's still nothing at all.

If you're looking for a cheap sort Glint with perspiration There's a five mile queue Outside the disused powerstation

She said, "I'll show you a picture, A picture of tomorrow, There's nothing changing, it's all sorrow." "Oh, no, please don't show me I'm a swine, you don't wanna know me!"

New York City's very pretty in the night-time But oh, don't you miss Soho?

If you get tired of just hanging around Pick up a guitar, spin a web of sound And then you could be strung out all day With lovers and clowns Now I find myself still hanging around

I was a troubled teen Who put an advert in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover She doubted my integrity And this is what she said to me: She said, "Oh, you, you're green You don't know what love means Well, let me tell you

When she wakes up in the morning She writes down all her dreams Reads like the Book of Revelations Or the Beano or the unabridged Ulysses Oh, I really wanna know So tell me, Where does all the money go? Where does all the money go? Straight, straight up her nose

Music when the lights go out Love goes cold in shades of doubt The strange face in my mind is all too clear Music when the lights come on The girl I thought I knew has gone And with her my heart has disappeared

Her old man, he don't like blacks or queers Yet he's proud we beat the Nazis How queer...

Don't let the tide of your sorrow Drown your nights and flood your days

There are fewer more distressing sights than that of an Englishman in a baseball cap Yeah, we'll die in the class we were born That's a class of our own, my love

The red-faced president took afternoon tea With her majesty The Queen And they watched old films flicker Across the old palace movie screen Crying, "What a shame!" As she slipped in the rain Poor dancing girl Well, she won't dance again...

If you've lost your faith in love and music The end won't be long But if it's gone for you I too may lose it And that would be wrong...