I live on the wrong side of life,
I’m the one you fear as you hold your wife.
 [bad word] were the darker [bad word] 
On the rain swept streets were black [bad word] 

I play were the darker kids play
I’m the one who goes out when you end your day.
I dance were the darker crowds dance,
In the pitch black clubs in a clove stained trance

I see things the darker kids see
Though you wouldn’t believe all that’s happened to me.
I’ve been to the backside of [bad word] 
And I’ve played with your fear and enjoyed it well

This our time, the nights our day
We ’ll dance this fading life away.