Ten thirty at the shawarma joint Fuelin’ up for another night So get your project done and a pack of smokes Two white pills and you’re good to go Warm rain fallin’ on the cracked cement and if you close your Eyes this city almost seems innocent Dressed in camouflage and beat down kicks On a midnight patrol through the kingdom of the wicked Put on your coat, head out the door Spend your money at the pool hall wonder what you’re working for Now you’re outside smoking cigarettes just standing in the rain Waiting for the night bus to take you home again. Somewhere out in china town at a drum and bass party in a beat down warehouse The generator has broken down, the music stops and the lights go out And we’re all prayin’ for a miracle here: postpone the dawn before we make it home again Like a vampire with a tan, when the sun comes up you’re the last one standing Feels like you’re spinning while this world stays stuck in place But there ain’t nothing here you’re missing anyway Put on your coat, head out the door Spend your money at the pool hall wonder what you’re working for Now you’re outside smoking cigarettes just standing in the rain Waiting for the night bus to take you home again. Put on your coat, head out the door Spend your money at the pool hall wonder what you’re working for Now you’re outside smoking cigarettes just standing in the rain Waiting for the night bus to take you home again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
