Downtown, dirty brick roads
Wind is blowing hard through your clothes

Downtown, dirty brick roads
Wind is blowing hard through your clothing
Neon always stays on
Only makes the [bad word] a little less boring
There’s a man on the side of the road
Who got himself a hit for 20 Euro
Tonight, death looks right
Floating on a sea of lovely red lights…

Hum [bad word]  through the [bad word] Window tricks for curious sons
Three bodies for your pleasure
You see the girl who’s looking undone
Pick her out to take her home
Or get it right there for 70 Euro
Tonight, death looks right
Floating on a sea of lovely red lights…

Its time to lift your eyes…
Daylight follows
…steals the joys that bring you sorrow…

In the place where men discover
There’s a church the red lights cover
One sacred one profane
Two thoughts attacking each other…
On the wind…the spirit will go…through the canals to the Paradiso
At night, one red light, lost its fire, turns to white