[Chorus 1a:]
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down

[Verse 1:]
The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes, broken promise
The thin man staggers lucid for this time of night
Drying vomit dangles from the beard, step mumbles, shuffles trip
But the trajectory is clear, he’s headed for the covered steps
Tut tut, it looks like rain, he remembers A. A. Milne and
Each time the sky’s this kind of gray, that or his favorite film
Gene Kelly leaping technicolor through the fray
And feeling glorious the story is an allegory
For his days, but night is coming now
Files snap, aluminum sounds vibrant slap as
Drops descend on tall cans, it’s all hands on deck
To chase the pain away, dealers rocking parkas
With plenty pockets for product, the money horrors
The logic and babies holler from colic
The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settling
Precious metals are mined and a million mines have been meddling
With time in the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck
Golden goose from a fairy tale shitting  Fabergé eggs
Here snitches shit bricks then quick to talk pig latin
That black dart too slick for that kid tapping the window
While looking over his shoulder, stop looking over your shoulder
You’re never caught from behind as long as you keep moving forward
They long for the sleep like they mortal
Be zombies but they got this portal and their
Minds and their molecules get rewired
Every trip they’ve taken through time
And they tripping nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting
The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting
The feeling of guns peeling like bells in a telltale reeling
Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down in a ceiling
It’s black from the smoke that’s rising, the scent is just so enticing
The scent is a small price for the right to live out your vices now
[Chorus 1b:]
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
And every night after the club, it goes down
Plenty, plenty more rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground

[Verse 2:]
On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out
To a dozen pairs of hands pulling bottles from they mouths
How these Harley’s walk now, everybody pass out
In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound

[Chorus 2a:]
It’s the city or the seedy and you only see one
And it all looked gritty when it all begun
But this shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world ain’t gonna stop
None of that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world loving that gangsta shit
Can’t change this shit, it’s dangerous
But it really ain’t nothing to a gangster

[Verse 3:]
Bitch what you know about that don’t act
Like a newby knew d-boys get jack
What you need is a new jack swing and a new toolie
Discerning taste for the bass like a foodie whore
Or these Coolie High when it’s on the step
Stepped on dope is a safety net, and the dope fiends cry
But they don’t regret, everyone go out get high til they
[Chorus 1c:]
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Why you fighting all the shit that make the world go ‘round
World go round, world, world go ‘round

[Chorus 1a:]
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down

[Chorus 2b:]
It’s the city or the seedy and you only see one
And it all looked gritty when it all begun
But this shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world ain’t gonna stop
None of that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world loving that gangsta shit
Can’t change this shit, it’s dangerous
But it really ain’t nothing to a gangster
Got the twenties and the fifties wrapped up all the old ones
Two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons
You could put it in the blood, or you could put it in the lungs
But whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun
With that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit
The whole world loving that gangsta shit
Can’t change this shit, it’s dangerous
But it really ain’t nothing to a gangster