Greasy, sleazy, dark side of town thing

Hmmmmm.........

doesn't make you friends

Sticky night and damn the heat
might kill myself to find relief
another dark spot on the street
shadow on the wall

Kicking out the motel door
splintered shards and dusty floor
Hell, I was wrong and you were sure
to point it out and all

Thinking 'bout you.
Thinking 'bout you.
How darkly the night conspires

Tramp is as a tramp has done
A cheap smile that soon comes undone
love weilded shaking like a gun
pointed at my head

Sweaty sheets and alabis
neon buzz and greasy lies
danger ratchets up so tight
but doesn't make you friends

Thinking 'bout you.
Thinking 'bout you.
How darkly the night conspires
Thinking 'bout you.
Thinking 'bout you.
The darkness a heart inspires.

Right on course to crash and burn
across the night we twist and turn
Nothing lost but nothing learned
a zero end sum game

Taxi called I step outside
waiting in the lonley light
the streets are empty as my life
And I'll be back again

Thinking 'bout you.
Thinking 'bout you.
The darkness a heart inspires
Thinking 'bout you.
Thinking 'bout you.
The darkness a heart requires.

Ed
Yokosuka, Japan