Mark Seymour Last Ditch Cabaret
Chaos is creeping through your pretty pictures
Here in this land of savage dreams
You dare to walk alone through empty streets where
Nothing is ever what it seems
Somebody calls you but you dare not answer
Must be the voice of desperation
Here in these days of joy and instant karma
you hide your stash and keep your station
Just let me paint a rosey picture
where doom and gloom is not allowed
We'll go cheek to cheek
as we squeeze into the crowd
Your living death blew me away
In this last ditch cabaret
You heard the laughing stock was being rounded
to try their luck inside the yard
Blue-blooded sporstmen and your ultra-violet ladies
know how to take their drinkin' hard
Oh brother don't you wish that you were like them
Their panic never seems to show
Tonight you're with them in this sexy cabaret
Tonight there's nowhere else to go
Just let me paint a rosey picture
Where doom and gloom is not allowed
We'll go cheek to cheek
as we squeeze into the crowd
Your living death blew me away
in this last ditch cabaret
All the bad old days are gone
There's no one home but the lights are on
I'll be there before too long
Keep my head down right or wrong
Let me paint a rosey picture
Where doom and gloom is not allowed
We'll go cheek to check as we squeeze into the crowd
Your living death blew me away
In this last ditch cabaret
