I lit another cigarette
 She did a little pirouette
 No friend of mine - a dollar's fine
 [bad word] world - when you cross this line

 The masquerade is over
 The mask - it fades away
 Like a backstreet loner
 No need to be afraid

 In Johnny Nofinger's bar
 I travelled so far
 I've been to all those places

 Just a shot on the bar
 cheap cigar
 And all the dead-eyed faces

 Hold down the fever
 Don't you cross the line
 Hold down the fever
 Stop yourself in time

 Never step on the ride
 Just take my advice
 I've suffered all the seasons

 Feel [bad word] again
 I paid the price
 There's no rhyme - no reason

 When masquerades are over
 The show will fade away
 You'll be a backstreet loner
 You better be afraid