| Dead Cities |
|---|
| Faces milling round like cars |
| Look across the tables, they’re there in the piss-stained |
| Bars |
| Faces milling round like cars |
| Look across the tables, they’re there in the piss-stained |
| Bars |
| Make me believe I’m not going to die, for that I’d gladly |
| Give you something |
| Familiar faces milling around like cars on the slimey |
| Street |
| Look across the tables, they’re there in the piss-stained |
| Bars |
