In the concrete valleys the electric storm. We members of the midnight circus, Our bodies so brightly adorn In your long sedans and your Oldsmobiles, Through that slit in your face, you ask me, How it feels. Can you hear me, can you hear me, I'm a-telling you again. Daughters of Satan all stand in line, With faces greased and a mouth full of shine. With iron hand you bruise the flesh, Then through a closing door you ask, Pray why the distress. Hear me, can you hear me, can you. Midnight sailors can stay, We won't send you away, See me here on my knees. You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes. As fingers round your throat they close. Your cries of murder, splash on the walls As you die, you think about the injustice of it all. Can you hear me ... Hear me ... See Satan's daughters' red light, They have such good appetites, Another clown packs his drag ...
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Philip Arthur Dennis May (Phil May)Publicado em 2019 (01/Nov)ECAD verificado fonograma #54239089 em 05/Set/2024 com dados da UBEM