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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 9Now we must get in touchIf the night is to burnSomeone out there in luckLend me your star for a turnAs the heroes now fix their hairSome are saving their breathUpon those walkways tonightFor a gluebag deathScreens flick in unisonSome gaze at the soulFrom the tiers and the heightsGo for that 15th floor strollIt's immediately obviousAnybody 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 roomAnd heroes fix their hairOh, they save their breathUpon those walkways tonightFor a cool gluebag deathScreens in unisonSome day they gaze at the soulFrom all those tiers and heightsGo for that 15th floor strollNow I wash in the factoryConfess in the tile houseBut I don't need to bleedAnybody to strike outToday my GodfatherHe sent a note from the jailSaid 'Go get 'em, kidBut don't get chained to the rail!'Between cool confusionKung 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 backI say momma don't do it!