I’m the graveyard-shift of romanticsnna magicians old trick nn& i can tell you think that you’ve got it nnbut i am the ‘smoke’ nn& i’m the ‘mirror’ nnthe eye of the storm before it knocks you over nnnngood men die us nnbad-boys hang our heads & hide nnnot afraidnnwe know the worlds too fucked to save nnnna dark alley— nn& a “wouldn’t wanna run into you” nnyour white lighter, black-powder, bathtub & live fuse nnthe supernova’s of superstars nnyou shoulda’ told us we’re the nnv.2 of nothin’ new nnnnnothin’ but a spoke on a wheel nnwithout me it’s nothin’ but a wreck nnjus’ one way to live forever & baby your listenin’ to it nnnnso this is your rolled-down window nnthe warm breeze nna silly-song to make you think back on me nnnna dark alley— nn& a “wouldn’t wanna run into you” nnyour white lighter, black-powder, bathtub & live fuse nnthe supernova’s of superstars nnyou shoulda’ told us we’re nnthe v.2 of nothin’ newnnnni’m a hart square in the headlights nnworld’s goin’ from dimly-lit to darkness nn& now the color’s leavin’ me behind it’s cool ‘cos i lead a grey life