A bloated boulevard of tiny beggars
And lecherous louts, loitering under lamp posts
Beneath a charcoal sky

Knock twice for my supervisor
The mercurial ***** refuses to open the heavy wooden door
The master's out, she knows nothing more

Sauntering on the cobblestone streets, a quarter after midnight
Light faded, and life took on a different plight
I stand on the station's mezzanine, meaningless thoughts leave no room for introspection
The rat problem caused need for inspection
They'd scurry away, love is a transient premonition

Needles, tree ones and funny ones from our hair
Beatles, free ones, running twice down the stairs
The train is quite late, nobody cares
our concerns, our dread, drifts into the cold air
Remember when we shot peas, and ate classic grey pears
Remember when lit our farts on fire
Dumb burnouts, looking for ways to expire