Nocturnal Pleasure

The entire city is burning

You can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox

Lost boys stalk the streets with those jungle markings

on their chests

Barbarians prowl in shadows their heads rocking with

rodents

Motorcycles reproduce in noctournal alleys groaning

with greasy pleasure

And they've blown up the YMCA like a giant balloon

And sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls