Abney Park The Wrong Side
I run on the wrong side of life;
I’m the one that you fear when you hold your wife.
I run where the darker crowds run,
on the rain swept streets where the black rain runs.
I play where the darker kids play;
I’m the one who goes out when you end your day.
I dance how the darker crowds dance,
in the pitch black clubs in a clove stained trance.
I see things the darker kids see,
though you wouldn’t believe all that’s happened to me.
I’ve been to the backside of hell,
and I’ve played with your fear and enjoyed it well.
This our time, the night's our day.
We’ll dance this fading life away.
I run...
I play...
This our time...
