Welcome to the end of the night. Where everyone reeks of stale smoke, dirty jokes. Stop me if you've heard this one. The ransom's over, where's my cut, cut, cut, cut?.
I've got such a filthy heart sometimes. When you take me to that place and I never wanna leave. In the middle of, of the night. When everyone is sound asleep, where will you be?.
We fall asleep on the runway. Underneath the neon crucifix. Where they left the light on for us tonight. Fed myself to the sickness, purge myself to the cure.