Album Name : Air Age Anthology
Release Date : 2003-03-03
Song Duration : 4:06
Be-bop Deluxe Down On Terminal Street
I took a walk down Terminal Street last night
To see the ancient faces living there
I saw the sunken eyes of agony
I saw the desperate stations of despair
The madman waiting for the spirit girls
In a song well written but unsung
I saw the smiling wardens cutting down the noose
From which my drowning head was hung
Ooh...Down on Terminal Street
Ooh...Down on Terminal Street
The street cafe was closed to all but ghosts
Who glide the alleys searching for their lair
I heard a voice like Winter call my name
Said, very soon that I would join them there
And all the creatures born of ink and rage and lies
Crawled from my pen and ran across the page to me
Fascination was the germ of their disease
Degradation is the term of the release
Ooh...Down on Terminal Street
Ooh...Down on Terminal Street
Oh, yes...I'm down on Terminal Street tonight
Oh, no...Don't go on Terminal Street tonight
Oh, yes...I'm down on Terminal Street tonight
Oh, no...Don't go on Terminal Street tonight