The Boys and Their TuxedosThe boys and their tuxedos when they kicked it offThat night's bound for glory in the mudScreaming prayers off the rooftopsThe city's fading lightSee the patron saints of darknessWith a burning sky behind themI ran some shivers down my backboneCause we're shivers down my spineI can see the walls are tumblingAnd I can smell their well-being rainAnd the heat is just enormousAnd I guess it fries my brainWell it won't be the answerWell it won't be the answerWell it won't be the answerWell it won't be the answerIf the answer's derrikin'Ran a tux when he stole her boyAte her water and tinned her boozeListen boys, I'm really shakyWith a fever in my headAnd the monkey on my shoulderSings the deprivation bluesI ran some shivers down my backboneCause we're shivers down my spineThe clock is getting biggerYes tonight it all comes downI can see the waters risingAnd I know that I will drownBut it can't be the answerNo, but it can't be the answerPull a copy, the answer if the answer's Derrick KentI can feel it coming closer, I can hear them cock their gunsI can feel my head exploding, like a hundred million cellsThis town is not an odd city, it's just a different frameFor a portrait of a man, a portrait of a womanA portrait of a disaster, Derrick Kent by nameThis town is not an odd city, it's just a different frameFor a portrait of a disaster, Derrick Kent by nameThis town is not an odd city, it's just a different frame