Paroles
This street holds its secrets
Like a cobra holds its kill
This street minds its business
Like a jailer minds his jail
That house there is haunted
That door's a portal to hell
This street holds its secrets very well
That man wears his skin
Like a dancer wears her veils
That man stalks his victims
Like a cancer stalks a cell
That man's soul has left him
His heart's as deadly as a rusty nail
That man sheds his skin like a veil
Lord, you play a hard game
You know we follow every rule
Then you take the one thing
That we thought we'd never lose
All I ask is if she's with you
Please, keep her warm and safe
And if it's in your power
Please, purge the memory of this place
This life holds its secrets
Like a sea shell holds the sea
Soft and distant calling
Like a fading memory
This life has its victories
But its defeats tear so viciously
This life holds its secrets like the sea
