Lyrics:

Our house, in the dull gray suburbsWhere the buildings are comin' downWe live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the 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 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 nightHe likes Old Style, the cervesa friaAt the tavern down by the parkHe'll be OK, but unless you're localDon't go walkin' there after 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 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