Midnight, the subway train is here. There's a body on the tracks, but you're trying not to care. Sensationally wicked it roars on through in the night.
Midnight, the subway train is here. There's a body on the tracks, but you're trying not to care. Sensationally wicked it roars on thru in the night. Look mom! That body's got no head.
The little boy is moving down the street of no return. He says, I'd like to see the city of the narrow minded burn. Place is like a prison now let me improve.