Our house, in the dull gray suburbsnWhere the buildings are comin' downnWe live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the townnnI'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scenenI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightnHelp you find your way out, then we'll get you cleannI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightnnFind you at the end of the night...nnHe likes Old Style, the cerveza frianAt the tavern down by the parknHe'll be okay, but unless you're localnDon't go walkin' there after darknnI'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scenenI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightnHelp you find your way out, then we'll get you cleannI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightnnYou're my blood and my father,nI'm just here to give you some helpnnFind you at the end of the night...nnWe made our way back through the parknJust me and you and the dognI felt the warm, brown syrup nightnPour over us 'til it was Rembrandt darknnI'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scenenI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightnHelp you find your way out, then we'll get you cleannI'll be happy to find you at the end of the nightnnFind you at the end of the nightnFind you at the end of the nightnFind you at the end of the night