Irya's Playground He Passes His Sentence
Sitting on a bench rattling his cans
Shouting out at the passers by
A tired smile sways away
Humming on tormented lullaby's
Lalala...
He's dancing to a melody no one else can hear
Women preen in the headlights, curb-crawlers leer
He shakes his fist, he owns the strip
Passing his sentence on the night
Dizzy eyes are drifting around
On a mission to capture someone's soul
Talking to the angels in his head
Grinning at the glances that he just stole
Lalala...
He's dancing to a melody no one else can hear
Women preen in the headlights, curb-crawlers leer
He shakes his fist, he owns the strip
Passing his sentence on the night
He passes his sentence, he passes his sentence
He passes his sentence on the night
