Shriekback Nighttown
Take a look at this - drink it in - it is such a wicked
sight
By the river; in the city; in the country of the night.
So exotic; so mysterious. Look out where you go.
Stand under the yellow moon, stand under the yellow
moon
Of NIGHTTOWN... NIGHTTOWN
Someone said to me that all of history is just a cry in
the street
All the apparitions up at the window, well - who can
sleep in this heat?
This is the crucible and everything is burning -
turning golden brown.
All framed in the nightmare light, all framed in the
nightmare light
Of NIGHTTOWN... NIGHTTOWN
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
The air is full of cries:
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
The night is bright with eyes
in NIGHTTOWN... NIGHTTOWN
Meet the military making merry where the magic people
go.
They are looking at us looking at them and we know they
know we know.
It's a nuclear sort of feeling and it's close to
melting down.
All washed in the blood and rain. All washed in the
blood and rain.
Of NIGHTTOWN... NIGHTTOWN
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
The air is full of cries:
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
The night is bright with eyes
In NIGHTTOWN
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
The air is full of cries:
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
Our own and Golden City.
The night is bright with eyes
In NIGHTTOWN
NIGHTTOWN...
NIGHTTOWN...
NIGHTTOWN...
NIGHTTOWN...
NIGHTTOWN...
