I'm trading dreams with the drag queens On the corner of Seventh and Trade Yeah, I'm trading dreams with the drag queens, in their smokescreens God damn the grand schemes when the dreams start to fade
Outside the kingdom is dead calm, you won't meet a sinner, they say Around back's the jail, and the smokestacks, and the train tracks Where the smokers and sinners have all gone to play
Save me Jesus, save me sinners Save me train tracks, save me Trade Save me cop shop in the backdrop Save me downtown, lovely ghost town From the grand schemes that I've made
Delilah is lit up like Christmas, Jimmy's blue jeans are tighter than sin Tequila's been tickling the man at the bar, tobacco-stained walls are comforting him And I like the view from this window, the one that's been bricked up for years See Jesus, he's saving across at the mission, his big neon light's gonna bring me tears
Save me Jesus, save me sinners Save me train tracks, save me Trade Save me cop shop in the backdrop Save me downtown, lovely ghost town From the grand schemes that I've made
There's no romance for me in this city, save the corner of Seventh and Trade Where afflictions, addictions, and sweet contradictions all come to play when the lights start to fade
Save me Jesus, save me sinners Save me train tracks, save me Trade Save me cop shop in the backdrop Save me downtown, lovely ghost town From the grand schemes that I've madeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
