Midnight, Tokyo, and the girls put on their shownBut the boys don’t want to know because they’re too prettynDowntown, rock and roll but the pills will take their tollnAnd they still can’t find a home, but it’s their citynnEvery stripper falls in love, and every hooker has a mumnAnd she’s just praying for the morning, but that don’t matter nownAnd every junkie has a heart, and misses someone when it’s dark enough,nBut that don’t matter nownnComedown, it’s alright, gather round the disco lightsnAnd you’re safe inside, the karaoke’s runningnBut I fear what I’ve become when it’s clear that I belongnWhere it’s sin and song that keep the money comingnnEvery dealer gets the blues, and every gangster had to lose someonenThey’re praying for the morning, but that don’t matter now,nAnd every junkie falls apart, and misses someone when it’s dark enoughnBut that don’t matter now