I'm not running away I'm running to Corruption of the spirit, isn't in it For a good looking man about town?
Are you afraid of someone alive? Are you feeling heartbroken 'Cause you'll never be mistaken for the Good looking man about town?
You've got your degree then you flew to Mars But you still feel wretched 'Cause you'll never be naked with the Good looking man about town
Are you afraid of someone alive? Are you scared to death of even looking at the Flesh of a good looking man about town?
Hear the gang say: "marry me, marry me" Hear the gang say: "marry me, marry me" Hear the gang say: "marry me, marry me"
On the midnight streets, no moon and no stars No one around to come down And to soften the stings to my heart On the midnight streets, no moon and no stars And no one around to come down And to soften the stings to my heart
The dream is sand in my hands The dream becomes sand in my hands
Compositores: Alain Gordon Whyte (Alain Whyte) (PRS), Steven Morrisey (BMI)Editores: Artane Music Inc., Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B V (BUMA), Whyte Publ. Ltd.ECAD verificado obra #1999259 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM