Let me tell you about a four-walled, sleazy, sunk speak-easy
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Low below the thieves and streets
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Welcoming you into a four floor descent
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Where even good boys need rent
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Toothpaste for their yellow teeth
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Because the days pass quickly, high above me
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It's night forever where I dry
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And the bar's too busy to get you dizzy
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And everybody talks in cries
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Because they know no better
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When the weather never strikes a conversation here
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We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar
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Where they hold the wickedest so dear
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Are you scared of what these four walls could say?
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If they could speak, would they?
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Blow for blow, they'll sell you out
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In an Italian accent, laced with intent
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Patience is the virtue now
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Because the days pass quickly high above me
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I'm doomed forever where I sit
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And the barmaid's quiz me, please forgive me
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For slurring all my alibis, for slurring all my alibis
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Because they know no better
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When the weather, never strikes a conversation here
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We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar
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Where they hold the wickedest so dear
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Where they honour and they drink and they fear
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Dear, they're not looking for your sympathy here
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Where they drink just to drown what's inside
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Dear, they swear the destination's the ride
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Because they know no better
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When the weather never strikes a conversation here
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We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar
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Where they hold the wickedest so dear
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You know the fortune teller
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Reaks of leather - he stole your wallet, now he knows your name
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Yeah, he's a future seller: not too clever
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Cause he worships at the cistern here
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No Better
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| Kids In Glass Houses |
