Grey skies and light fading, headlamps making patterns on the wall
Uptown it's dead now but, out here no one seems to care at all
Slick girls and sick boys and each one lining up to take it home
They hold tight their coin and pray no one has to see the fall
I'm there, yeah I serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes
Come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies
Saturday nights in neon lights, Sunday in the cell
Pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well
Take me, take me to the riot
which
tight
sunday
sprung
slick
skies
shoes
light
friends
speak
gonna
uptown
fading
their
closer
making
serve
enough
there
grateful
lights
despise
empty
lined
girls
lining
telling
patterns
looking
sleep
nickels
nights
pills
saturday
seems
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