backstreet loner

i lit another cigarette

she did a little pirouette

no friend of mine - a dollar's fine

a cruel world - when you cross this line

the masquerade is over

the mask - it fades away

like a backstreet loner

no need to be afraid

in johnny nofinger's bar

i travelled so far

i've been to all those places

just a shot on the bar

a cheap cigar

and all the dead-eyed faces

hold down the fever

don't you cross the line

hold down the fever

stop yourself in time

never step on the ride

just take my advice

i've suffered all the seasons

feel it coming again

i paid the price

there's no rhyme - no reason

when masquerades are over

the show will fade away

you'll be a backstreet loner

you better be afraid