Sitting like a lead pipe at a crossroads on a cool night Look, a piece of plastic passing through And I see you
Buy me a ticket to a good night’s sleep Because without sleep I’m not a man Not a romantic whirlwind or a band
And at night I look for my friends And they’re raging with strangers
Buy me a ticket to a good night’s sleep Because without sleep I’m not a man Not a romantic whirlwind or a band
And I’m sitting like a lead pipe on a crossroads on a cool night Look, a piece of plastic passing through And I see you raging with strangers Raging with strangers Raging with strangers