At the doors of Babylon, You are my Zion, Pacing Tiger, The keeper's cage, Invisible light shoots from your eyes, A sign I can see from my high rise,
Fire with fire Through desire, desire -sire, desire Through your desire Now the city blacks out the sun That you know is rising You can show me the work
Dancing on the speakers Are you peaking with tweakers Bigots and the breeders on the scene The night don't last forever So get your shit together Open
you're breaking Are you ready for the night life Night life, night life Night life, love life, inside Find your way to hide in the night life (Night life, night life, night
1, 2, 3, 4, gimme more 'Cause I think we're going down What you need it for? Buzz the world around We're going right back to the borderline Now, you
You got my good good lovina?? within your grasp Dona??t let it throw you Therea??s a million million ways to skin this cat So let me show you.
and violence) Oh, I was a real man stealing all the trade I was strong and self-made, well-paid, so groomed, persuasive You were walking home that night
When you get tired Of holding me tight Remember it's our state of life When we come down Off our high for the night You don't let go And if you're feeling
I gave passes to boarder Gave my bags straight to the porter Used my Zippo as a guiding light I see smoke upon the water Said the sailor to the daughter
my sweat Never too wet To want it all Beat my drum After you're done Can't have one You want them all You're sensitive to light We're conjuring the night
-n-n-na, n-n-n-night work N-n-n-n-n- na, n-n-night work Night work, aha, night work Night work, aha, night work Night work, aha, night work Weekday 9
I just need to hear that song again Oh there I was standing all alone When you came dancing Very very near me Why'd you have to go and disappear? And
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-night work Na-na-na-na-na-na-night work Night work Gotta do the night work Night work gotta do the night work Weekday 9 to
Перевод: Scissor Sisters. Работа в ночное время.
Now I'm too wet To want it all Beating my trunk Faster, you're done Can't have one You want them all You're sensitive to light We're conjuring the night
: I gave passes to the boarder, gave my bags straight to the porter Gave my Zippo as a guiding light I see smoke upon the water, said the sailor to the
: Dancing on the speakers, are you peaking with tweakers Bigger, tanner breeders on the scene The night don't last forever, so get your shit together
