Lyrics:
Between cool confusionAnd Kung Fu in the car parkCould the weekend be losingThat reactive sparkEven in the ShebeenOr down in the meat rackLongtime I feel coldTo send Cinderella's shoe backAlong the length of the wireParty jam on the lineI can't hear a thingCan't get no number nineNow we must get in touchIf the night is to burnSomeone out there in luckLend me your star for a turnAs heroes fix their hariSome are saving their breathJust on the walkways tonightFor a glue bag deathScreens flick in unisonSome gaze at the soulFrom the tiers and the heightsGo for the fifteenth floor strollIt' immediately obvious;Anybody star-giltWould have left this clubWay before it was builtThis strikes you so lateAs the guy with the broomSweeps you and the bottlesRight out of the roomNow I wash in the factoryConfess in the tile houseI don't need to bleed anybodyTo strike outToday my GodfatherHe sent a note from the jailSaid go get'em kidBut don't get chained to the railBetween cool confusionAnd Kung Fu in the car parkCould the weekend be losingThat romantic sparkEven in the ShebeenOr down in the meat rackLongtime I feel coldTo send Cinderella's shoe back