I was getting ready for summer in a late night Pharmacy
When a person of interest came and asked me to dance
And for fear of being made out into something I am not
Well I took up his offer and skipped on into the night
Passed the semiconscious streets that dare not speak
Ill of the disillusioned youths in second hand suits
Or the God fearing husband too afraid to go home
To the wife with the knife for he is Caesar and she is Rome
Come with me,
Passed the pillars of hand chiselled stone
Standing guard by the untouchable throne
They smugly spit, look here the dog with his precious bone
Not tonight kid, you're drunk,
Go Home
But sure I've no home to go to
Sure I've no home to go to
Not tonight kid
You're drunk go home