[Well that's the] Last Patrol / running full bore / tearin up quiet city streets
Hand on the trigger 'cause you know you're playin for keeps

[Remember] rock n' roll / when you sprayed your soul / over anyone you'd meet
Ran outta drugs, it's no wonder you can't get any sleep

Take this wine, it's your holy water, now, you don't need an excuse
A devil's son and fire's daughter, well, you like the abuse
A special kind of love: immune to radiation
In Hell, I hear there's lovely weather, and you can go barefoot too

[I'm from a]cross the sea / why you lookin at me / like I can save you from this place (let's go) down to the waterline, girl, we won't leave any trace

[I look at] you, Siam, and wonder who I am, a beggar or a thief
one thing's for sure, yeah, we ain't gonna get no relief

Take this wine, it's your holy water, now, you don't need an excuse
A devil's son and fire's daughter, well, you like the abuse
A special kind of love: immune to radiation
In Hell, I hear there's lovely weather, and you can go barefoot too

We walk through silent towns, like some dusty hounds, yeah we're skillful and discrete. Short on charm - but Lord we're light on our feet.
And the moon may rise over Western skies, but it doesn't light the way, so we close our eyes. The others stay a sleep. But I dream - that she said ...

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