歌词
Between cool confusion
Kung fu in the car park
Could the weekend be losing
That reactive spark?
Even in the shebeen
Or down in the meat rack
Long time I feel cold
To send Cinderella's shoe back
Along the length of the wire
Party jam on the line
I can't hear a thing
Can't get no number nine
Now I must get in touch
If the night is to burn
Someone out there in luck
Lending your star for a turn
As heroes fix their hair
Some are saving their breath
Upon those walkways tonight
For a blue bag death
Screams flick in unison
Some gaze at the soul
And from the tears and the heights
Go for that fifteenth floor stroll
It's immediately obvious
Anybody star-gilt
Would have left this club
Way before it was built
This strikes you so late
As the guy with the broom
Sweeps you and the bottles
Right out of the room
And heroes fix their hair
Oh, they save their breath
Upon those walkways tonight
For that cool blue bag death
Screams flick in unison
Some dead gaze at the soul
And from those tears and heights
Go for that fifteenth floor stroll
Now I wash in a factory
Confess in a tile house
But I don't need to be
Anybody to strike out
Today my godfather
Sent a note from the jail
Said "Go get 'em kid
But don't get chained to the rail"
Between cool confusion
Kung fu in the car park
Could the weekend be losing
That romantic spark?
Even in the shebeen
Or down in the meat rack
Long time I feel cold
To send Cinderella's shoe back
Say mama, don't do it
