This town is a world of waifs and strays Comedy giants, penniless heroes Dead men at the bar, I've drank with them all Through misadventure and drag But I'm alone here, even though I'm physically not And those dead boys are always there There's more every year
Maybe I could use a hand I must admit I'm out of bright ideas to keep the hell at bay Distractions only last a day The night is so impossible It haunts the few who dare to look Its marks are so hereditary I'm terrified of having kids But I'm damned if I give up tonight I must repel the dying light For Mam and Dad and all my pals For all the ones who didn't make the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
