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Nocturnal Pleasure
MUSIC:
Jim Steinman - LYRICS:
Jim Steinman |
The entire city is burning.
You can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox.
Lost boys stalk the street with those jungle markings on their chests
Barbarians prowl in shadows their heads rocking with rodents
Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys groaning with greasy pleasure
And they've blown up the YWCA like a giant balloon and sent it out to sea
Full of Screaming,
Lovely,
Lonely
Girls.
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