Motels Apocalypso
THEY DANCE ALL NIGHT AT LOST CAFE
GINA LIKE IT VERY GOOD THAT WAY
MOON BEAMS
AIR FULL OF LIGHT
AND THE PERFUMED PLEASURE
SCENT THE NIGHT
AND THE HOPEFUL YOUNG
CARESS WITH CARE
THE GIRL, THE BOY
AND THE NIGHT THAT'S THEIRS
HE STUMBLE, FUMBLE WITH HER DRESS
TONIGHT FOREVER, SHE'LL BE HIS
NO DAY, NO TOMORROW
ALL THE CHILDREN MAKING LOVE OUT
OF SORROW
NO TOMOOROW THEY KNOW
SO THEY DANCE APOCALYPSO NOW...
