Lyrics:

Our house, in the dull gray suburbsWhere the buildings are comin' downWe live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of th
e townI'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a sceneI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightHelp you find your w
ay out, then we'll get you cleanI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightFind you at the end of the nightHe likes O
ld Style, the cervesa friaAt the tavern down by the parkHe'll be OK, but unless you're localDon't go walkin' there after dar
kI'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a sceneI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightHelp you find your way o
ut, then we'll get you cleanI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightYou're my blood and my fatherI'm just here to
give you some helpFind you at the end of the nightWe made our way back through the parkJust me and you and the dogI felt
the warm, brown syrup nightPour over us 'til it was Rembrandt darkI'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a sceneI'll be
happy to find you at the end of the nightHelp you find your way out, then we'll get you cleanI'll be happy to find you at the
end of the nightFind you at the end of the nightFind you at the end of the nightFind you at the end of the night