Angels Junk City
(R Brewster-Spencer-Neeson) Junk city late at night room without windows naked light everybody's out of sight Lonely lovers fantasise drifting in and out of life crying so far apart chasing poison darts shooting straight in for the heart Junk city, junk time rules some people never win junk city, junk time fools I'm on the street again I said I'd never make it in the street don't it taste so bittersweet so tired of shifting sands mirror tell me who's that man you got the future in your hands Junk city, late at night room without windows, naked light too late to start again too afraid to make it end ahhh -- you can help me now my friend Junk city, junk time rules some people never win junk city, junk time fools I'm on the street again -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
