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1. Ten thirty at the shoarma joint
Fuelin’ up for another night
You get your 'broodje doner' and a pack of smokes
Two white pills and you’re good to go

Warm rain fallin’ on the cracked cement and if you close your
Eyes this city almost seems innocent
Dressed in camouflage and beat down kicks 
On a midnight patrol through the kingdom of the wicked
 [bad word] 
Put on your coat, head out the door
Spend your money at the pool hall wonder what you’re working for
Now you’re outside smoking cigarettes just standing in the rain
Waiting for the night bus to take you home again.

2. Somewhere out in china town at a [bad word] and bass party in a beat down warehouse
The generator has broken down, the music stops and the lights go out

And we’re all prayin’ for a miracle here: postpone the dawn before we make it home again
Like a vampire with a tan, when the [bad word] up you’re the last one standing

Feels like you’re spinning while this world stays stuck in place
But there ain’t nothing here you’re missing anyway
 [bad word] 
Put on your coat, head out the door
Spend your money at the pool hall wonder what you’re working for
Now you’re outside smoking cigarettes just standing in the rain
Waiting for the night bus to take you home again.
Put on your coat, head out the door
Spend your money at the pool hall wonder what you’re working for
Now you’re outside smoking cigarettes just standing in the rain
Waiting for the night bus to take you home again.