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Itâs sundown in the city of slums
And damned if it ainât the best pile
Of bricks and shit this side of Mos Eisley.
Yeah, this is my place. So what?
Where the fuck are you from?
This is the rock and roll dream come true.
Wake up alone to the streetlights shining on the grime on the walls.
Donât ask me where Iâve been because I never can really recall.
Now, if youâll excuse me, Iâm a fucking party coming through.
Hey driver, let me off somewhere,
I think this is where Iâm supposed to be.
Iâll be the last man standing
Because I am the heart of this city.
Oh tally-ho, tally-ho! God bless these neon lights,
The polluted air; these âNo Parkingâ signs.
I love this room, I love these walls, I love how no one laughs at all.
This is the way it is, because this is the way itâs always been.
Yes, I call it Heaven; others call it Sin.
Have you met my friend, Whiskey?
Sheâs the only one here who gets me.
My constant companion; sheâs crafty:
Sheâs always trying to whisk me off my feet.
When youâve got no where else, youâre welcome here.
Pull up a seat, grab a drink, weâll swap stories.
Iâll be the only one to meet your eyes.
So come down to the city of slums,
The room may change, but the smell is the same.
Itâs time to settle in for the night.
Drink up, drink up, my friends because
This is living the goddamn dream.
Back in the cab, I close my eyes.
And if I see the sun when I wake
I know (I know) I know itâs curtains for me.
I know (I know) I know itâs curtains for me.
- Album:
- Crime & Compass
- Set Sail