The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
And only the night knows
In satin repose,
How city is playing
On strings of the soul.
It will grin and flout,
It will say: It's time!
High stakes game's about
To start on a dime.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide, what you hide...
And only the night knows
How ghostlike are days,
They ain't drenched in bright paint,
But in bloody stains.
You got what you wanted:
Unhappy big time,
High stakes game's about
To start on a dime.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
And only the night can
Besot without wine,
Of what crimes, what vile plan
It's guilty this time?
And you'll sway in doubt -
That means it is time,
High stakes game's about
To start on a dime.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.