Day in, day out. Up at 3AM. With the searchlights shining down. Day in, day out. It's the blinding light. Underneath the dirt downtown. . Oh, listen to the sound as they bomb the sixth street bridge.
Eyes are open, words are spoken. Here's to the sunrise. Head is loaded, cards are folded. Under the moonlight. . Can you remember, you remember the last time we woke up sober?.