Marc Almond - Suicide Saloon | Текст песни

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In a futuristic city,
At the Suicide Saloon,
I danced with a dead man
To my favourite funeral tune.
In a blur of broken neon
I danced among the fruit machines,
On the dance floor of destruction
Among the broken dreams.
I tangoed with the dead-eyed
Of the cold concrete estate
And bossanova’d over
A dearth that’s worse than fate.
I danced in red-light corners
With the children selling souls
And with the ladies of the lamplight
I danced some rock’n’roll.

We didn’t have a future,
We couldn’t see the moon,
In the back room
Of the Suicide Saloon.

In a futuristic city,
At the Suicide Saloon,
We let go with some techno
To illuminate the gloom.
We swished under the fairy lights
In a mirror-ball malaise
With a door whore
And a troubadour
Who’s both seen better days.
I raised my glass
And did exotic dances on the bar
With a tabloid reporter
And a ruined superstar.
I mamboed with the housewives
Desperate for a thrill
And rhumba’d with their husbands
They were desperate to kill.

We didn’t have a future,
We couldn’t see the moon,
In the back room
Of the Suicide Saloon.

Before we all go down
In a sea of hopelessness
Let’s go and get the priest
And get him to confess.
There never was a Jesus,
There never was a God,
Because the priest is in here
(with us sinners) –
Now don’t you think that’s odd?

In a futuristic city,
At the Suicide Saloon,
I hustled with a hustler
Working the room.
The floor show was a stripper
Who was way past her prime,
The bar man was a leather boy
In pan stick five and nine.
The doorman was a squealer,
The manager a fag,
The dj was a dealer,
Selling downers to dykes in drag.
I was having such a riot
Admiring all this art
I didn’t see the world
Falling apart.

We didn’t have a future,
We couldn’t see the moon,
In the back room
Of the Suicide Saloon.

Come on and dance –
Who cares if bombs are falling,
Isn’t that eternity calling?

Just dance.

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