"Sometimes you simply feel like letting go"
This Edward Hyde whispers
"Allow your id to flourish
And your libido will concur
Some impulses are pure
And not subject to the laws of men
Decorum being a suffocating joke"
Then Hyde is gone
His wake one of exuberance
Some remnant of decency and common sense
Leavened with thrills and wanton sexuality
The streets of London calling our name.