Nocturnal Pleasure کے بول

[Spoken] The entire city is burning You can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox Lost boys stalk the streets with those jungle markings on their chest Barbarians prowl in shadows their heads rocking with rodents Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys Groaning with greasy pleasure And they've blown up the YMCA like a giant balloon And sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls