Lyrics:

Our house, in the dull gray suburbs Where the buildings are comin' down We live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the town I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night He likes Old Style, the cervesa fria At the tavern down by the park He'll be OK, but unless you're local Don't go walkin' there after dark I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night You're my blood and my father I'm just here to give you some help Find you at the end of the night We made our way back through the park Just me and you and the dog I felt the warm, brown syrup night Pour over us 'til it was Rembrandt dark I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night