Lyrics
Dark night, city, nobody
Wants to lend you an ear,
And don't look to me
Cause I think I owe you money.
Investigation, hey!
You need a psychiatrist,
And to ask me to look you in the eye
Seems, plain dumb!
One mans meat says
The hookers eyes are bright,
But they're as dead as a neon
In the noon daylight.
And who the hell told you
That I was on the move?
When it's all I can do
To groove along...
All so many eyes
They have no Christ tonight.
Two plum holes in a muddy face.
All so many eyes
They go to die tonight,
Lost the race...
Someone's playing 'big con'
Better not be on me.
I got no money troubles,
Hey, I got no money.
And you could hit me real low,
If only you knew,
Over love,
But I won't tell you.
You, me, and this barman,
We're actors in a play.
Is it comic? Is it tragic?
And seems we're stuck for
The rest of our love,
Because these encores
They never want to go away...
All so many eyes
They have no Christ tonight.
Two plum holes in a muddy face.
All so many eyes,
They go to die tonight,
Lost the race...
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