There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on
And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning
Away in the distance, there's a blue flashing light
Someone's in trouble, some man and I
As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse
The wind blows away all of yesterday's news
Well, they've locked up their daughters and they've battened their hatches
They always could find us but they never could catch us
Through the grease-streaked window of an all-night cafe
We watched the arrested get taken away
And that cigarette haze
Is ecology beat
As the horns and the drums
Fall in from the street
Cause the steam's in the boiler
The coal's in the fire
If you ask how I am
Then I'll just say I'm spire
If the thought of a rose
Is the thought in your side
Then you're better off dead
If you haven't yet died
Then you're better off dead
Then you're better off dead
Well I've Aquí Con La Roja
You'll have to wait

Strange valentines are all around me
That make the difference
The老 Ph пром
The老 Phром
The Long Long
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Better off dead, better off dead, better off dead.