Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here. Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear. I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone. Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home.
The office lines are busy and the girls are working hard. Tonight they'll be out clubbing with their boyfriends busy wishing they were. Gentlemen please take your seats, there's champagne in the boardroom.
This is our town, this is Friday night. Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best. Piercing eyes looking for something - anything, anyone.. Stare across the floor as they begin to dance.