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The light of the old prison cast a shadow of the perfect crime on the pavements of the south quarter I want to meet you again over there near the wall where graffiti of generation looked the sky on earth now I look at these street cleaned up by the blood of the men of war while the sirens of work call for the ghost of class Only Woody Guthrie's guitar can follow the rhythm of the night The chord is a love passion and my shoes look for the balance road while the icy east wind curls up the asphalt of contradictions and spikes souls like albondigas I walk alone towards midnight and I want to heat your icy heart though I wear my father's trouser and there's little clearness in my head In the dark side of the town cheap murders take place sleepy losers look for beds of stone as hard as heart of the beast SongtexteIn my blood everything's mixed upwith passion as in the street of the night among the lightning of traffic lights and the painful calls of the "rain dogs" and the icy-blue of the prison today any road is military zone No, we won't be the fathers of our hopes but I know the future in your eyes oh I know it well I know that now and then something new will spread like a wave in the edges of the world or in desert The clouds of the moon tonight touch my wrist the liquid flows in the darkness carryng away all this music and this need of love goin'on There's a story we must remember behind the chats "about the large epic frescos" to run along the time and take the tongues of the outskirts I need R'n'R' threw on the street the tongues of the outckirts I need R'n'R' for this strange serenade to join all the passion I meet tonight I want to see your eyes again to kiss your hands your lips to feel my and your body's shaking and to tell you: "Hold on baby for you for everybody the sky gives nothing! this night is yours this story is yours!" Aus Songtexte Mania