all the girls in town gonna dress the place
all the boys with desire of night
we play the game of weaving
through the hormonal battle on the streets
then we reach our destination
sadness in rags won't feel the pain
of sadness in silks and golden chains
and give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes
sadness in rags won't feel the pain
of sadness in silks and golden chains
and give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes
on sunday when the streets are bare
reminders of the party there
red devil horns dropped in the road
tiaras made of plastic gold
a bloody puddle stains the floor
outside the boarded nightclub door
and all the one night love is jaded
when all the memories have faded
sadness in rags won't feel the pain
of sadness in silks and golden chains
and give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes
sadness in rags won't feel the pain
of sadness in silks and golden chains
and give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes
all the girls in town gonna dress the place
all the boys with desire of night
we play the game of weaving
through the hormonal battle on the streets
then we reach our destination
sadness in rags won't feel the pain
of sadness in silks and golden chains
and give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes
sadness in rags won't feel the pain
of sadness in silks and golden chains
and give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes
sadness in rags won't feel the pain
of sadness in silks and golden chains
and give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes