Well, my mind is gettin' dirty. Yeah, around eleven-thirty, uh huh. I wanna watch some asses shakin'. To the noise the boys are makin', uh huh. . Ooh, so I hop into my car.
Well, the night's begun and you want some fun. Do you think you're gonna find it?. (Think you're gonna find it). You got to treat yourself like number one.
I feel uptight on a Saturday night. Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light. I hear my song and it pulls me through. Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do.
Beth, I hear you callin'. But I can't come home right now. Me and the boys are playin'. And we just can't find the sound. . Just a few more hours. And I'll be right home to you.
Took too much of this, had too much of that. But with you I never got enough. I thought there'd never be love in my life. And that's sad 'cos when I think what I could've had.
I love the dead before they rise. No farewells, no goodbyes. I never even knew your now rotting face. While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave.
I love the dead before they're cold,. Their blueing flesh for me to hold.. Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing.. . I love the dead before they rise,. No farewells, no goodbyes..
She walked in through the back door. I asked her what she came for. I'm Eva from the blue train. But I know that's gotta change. . Won't you do me something, Romeo?.
I was waiting for the moment. I was hoping for the moment. . I can see a city burn on the horizon. Sudden darkness fills the sky and hides the day. Though the fires have set me free.
Are you waiting for your freedom. Or a love you just don't know?. I can see you through my window. Did you know your feelings show?. Are you looking towards the border?.
Well the night's begun. And you want some fun. Do you think your gonna find it. (Think you're gonna find it). You gotta treat yourself like number one.
I feel uptight on a saturday night. Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light. I hear my song and it pulls me through. Comes on strong, tells me what I've got to do.
Hate city rivals first pulse and then freakola. Dreaming of redemption, no end. To the living edit, the sound of amputation. Or the centrifugal pull of an endless bend.
Because of things remembered. Nothing changes, we simply follow. Rhythms that are distant echoes. Ancestors turning in their sleep. . Silhouetted on the future.