Sirens Of The Night - John Lyon, Steve Skinner

    Well I've never walked a night so dark
    I guess the moon has blown a fuse
    Muffled anger leaks from a second story window
    Sounds like somebody giving somebody the blues
    A yellow cab goes growling down a side-street
    Tom cats are howling in the trees
    The air tonight is as thick as the beer in England
    No one suspects a breeze
    It´s hot
    But it's not a question of degrees

    Oh the sirens of the night
    They draw you out from all the light
    Oh the sirens of the night
    Of the night

    Jenny's gone back to Princeton early
    She said she couldn't take the heat
    But the words behind the words she said
    Said she really couldn't take the street
    Madness sputters in the neon lights
    Pain sits laughing in the bricks
    Sorrows lurking beneath the sewer grate
    It's rude unhealthy mix
    And out there
    Well the air ain't so full of tricks

    Oh the sirens of the night
    They draw you out from all the light
    Oh the sirens of the night
    Of the night

    So tie me to the masthead of your sad old '68
    And let the sirens sing their song
    And lead me to my fate
    For I'm already lost at sea
    Third time going down
    A sailors song Is just debris
    When you're shipwrecked in this town

    Oh the sirens of the night
    They draw you out from all the light
    Oh the sirens of the night
    Oh the sirens of the night
     

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