Harlem Roulette Lyrics

Unknown engines underneath the city

Steam pushing up in billows through the graves

Frankie Lymon's drinking Sea Breeze in a studio in Harlem

It's 1968

Just a pair of tunes to hammer out

Everybody's off the clock by 10

The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never

Going to see again

Feel so free when I hit the avenue

Nothing like a New York summer night

Every dream's a good dream

Even awful dreams are good dreams

If you're doing it right

Rememeber soaring higher than the clouds

Get pretty sentimental now and then

The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never

Going to see again

And four hours north of Portland the radio flips on

And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone

Armies massing in the dusky distance

Ghosted in the ribbon microphone

Leave a little mark on something maybe

Take the secret circuit home

Nothing in the shadows but the shadowhands

Reaching out to sad young frightened men

The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never

Going to see again

Yeah the loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never

Going to see again