Somebody stole my lighter. And where it God is higher. I was another boy. Down in another town. Armed with casino bars. Tight whores and Tinseltown. .
Stolen as the war's begun, this time your soul is my one. Stolen as the war's begun, this time your soul is my one. . I belong to a race of robots, drowning out my one.
Trapped in gasoline, a lizard on a string. No one ever screams any more. Trapped in gasoline, a lizard on a string. No one ever screams any more. . It's called the dark, it's not a sunny day for the dark.
It's a bad idea to go down to the pier by yourself after dark. Bad idea 'cause they're down on their luck. And they've lost touch with their bleeding hearts.