Between cool confusion Kung fu in the car park Could the weekend be losing That reactive spark Even in the Shebeen Or down in the meat rack Longtime I feel cold To send Cinderella's shoe back Along the length of the wire Party jam on the line I can't hear a thing Can't get no number nine Now we must get in touch If the night is to burn Someone out there in luck Lend me your star for a turn As heroes fix their hair Some are saving their breath Upon those walkways tonight For a glue bag death Screens flick in unison Some gaze at the soul From the tiers and the heights Go for that fifteenth floor stroll It's immediately obvious Anybody star-gilt Would have left this club Way before it was built This strikes you so late As the guy with the broom Sweeps you and the bottles Right out of the room And heroes fix their hair They save their breath Upon those walkways tonight For that cool blue bag death Screens flick in unison Someday gaze at the soul From those tiers and heights Go for that fifteenth floor stroll Now I wash in the factory Confess in the tile house But I don't need to bleed Anybody to strike out Today my Godfather He sent a note from the jail Said, "Go get 'em, kid But don't get chained to the rail" Between cool confusion Kung fu in the car park Could the weekend be losing That romantic spark Even in the Shebeen Or down in the meat rack Long time I feel cold To send Cinderella's shoe back © NINEDEN LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com