Alert, alert, ‘cos life’s no dream...

She sits around smoking Polish cigarettes
Playing with her hair and taking bets
On the date of the end of the world
Stare up at the stars instead
But light pollution’s glowing red
There’s nothing, baby, nothing up there at all
Stuck beneath the New York sky tonight
Dig Lorca in the shadows kiss the hangman
In the gallows of my mind

I stared up at the harbour lights
Watched an angel jump from Brooklyn Bridge last night
Taking all of us, all of us, all of us down...

Alert, alert, ‘cos life’s no dream

Hudson-side, New York’s a glowing mess
Chain-smoke black market cigarettes
In this dive bar on the edge of the world
7-Eleven stop, we sup this piss-weak beer from coffee cups
There’s nothing, baby, nothing in there at all
Stuck beneath the Brooklyn sky tonight
Dig Lorca in the shadows kiss the hangman
In the gallows of your mind

Alert, alert, ‘cos life’s no dream