Hard to choose, to choose between them: Tramps on a night out, out of season Bare legs and arms at the taxi stand Shoes in hand, cold kerb to freeze on
What desperation, what souls possessed With lonely demons are put to test? Why should we worry, why should we care That warrior horsemen shame, defile them? Why tip the cabbie, plus his fare?
So send them home to stumble in And toss their knickers in the bin Repentance looms then melts away Mocked by dark unearthly silence Replaced by incubus at play
Bad sisters stare, graffiti walls Stare in return when weekend calls The empty bragging, the empty lives In anguish echo through empty malls
What desperation, what souls possessed With lonely demons are put to test? Why should we worry, why should we care That warrior horsemen shame, defile them? The six-gun notches say it all
It was hard to choose, to choose between them: Tramps on a night out, out of season Out of body and out of mind Out of dark and into reason
Get them home to stumble in And toss their knickers in the bin Demons loom then melt away "Enough!" disrupts the earthly silence Guilty Eros had his day Hands two sad souls to AgápēTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
