There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on

And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning

Away in the distance there's a blue flashing light

Someone's in trouble somewhere tonight

As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse

The wind blows away all of yesterday's news



Well they've locked up their daughters and they battened the hatches

They always could find us but they never could catch us

Through the grease streaked windows of an all night cafe

We watched the arrested get taken away

And that cigarette haze has ecology beat

As the whores and the drunks filed in from the street



`Cause the steams in the boiler the coals in the fire

If you ask how I am then I'll just say inspired

If the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side

Then you're better off dead if you haven't yet died