You groove to thriller, drink fireball
Take a shot, another -
They can’t afford drugs anymore.
The door closes, softens the noise
You look with disgust;
At the cigarettes on the sidewalk,
at the warm corpses inside,
At the middle aged dancer, riddled with cancer
Plan the getaway, forget goodbye
No one here will remember;
when you left, or if you died
Walk slow, casual, eyes down
Drowning souls shout;
Dont go now, just one more
The taxi light blinks, signals your escape
Fly away, fly away home