Ten thirty at the shoarma joint Fueling up for another night You get your broodje doner and a pack of smokes Two white pills and you're good to go Warm rain falling on the cracked cement And if you close your eyes this city almost seems innocent Dressed in camo and beat down kicks On a midnight patrol thru the kingdom of the wicked
Put on your coat head out the door Spend your money at the poolhall Wonder what you're working for Now you're outside smoking cigarettes standing in the rain Waiting for the nightbus To take you home again
Somewhere out in chinatown At a drum n bass party in a beat down warehouse The generator has broken down The music stops the lights go out And we're all praying for a miracle here Postpone the dawn before we make it home again Like a vampire with a tan And when the sun comes up you're the last one standing Feels like you're spinning while this world stays stuck in place But there ain't nothing here you're missing anyway