The architects are choking out another hollow tooth, and the rooms have all been rented from the gutter to the roof
In the heart of a city desire finds its fuel
You go out looking for trouble, sooner or later and the trouble finds you
Here the men walk like pigeons, and the women all talk loud
Skin's a coin of the kingdom. Everybody's lonesome
The wild boys say, 'I'm on to you' so to hell with the mill-sallow chorus
Lift your body out of exile
Come bend to the outlaw arrow
Come let me under your veil
They might say love is only trouble, we're both too drunk to steer it
We may never be angels, but we're lousy with the spirit
The diamond girls say, 'I'm on to you'
And the street say, 'I'm on to you'
And the night say, 'I'm on to you'
And the lovers say, 'I'm on to you'
In the fire of my youth, we were racing with the sun
Kissing in the churchyard, I knew a righteous woman
In the heart of a city desire finds its fuel
You go out looking for trouble, sooner or later and the trouble finds you
Here the men walk like pigeons, and the women all talk loud
Skin's a coin of the kingdom. Everybody's lonesome
The wild boys say, 'I'm on to you' so to hell with the mill-sallow chorus
Lift your body out of exile
Come bend to the outlaw arrow
Come let me under your veil
They might say love is only trouble, we're both too drunk to steer it
We may never be angels, but we're lousy with the spirit
The diamond girls say, 'I'm on to you'
And the street say, 'I'm on to you'
And the night say, 'I'm on to you'
And the lovers say, 'I'm on to you'
In the fire of my youth, we were racing with the sun
Kissing in the churchyard, I knew a righteous woman