A smile beneath a shadownshe could stand on her headnturning a cross in his handninstinctively she blednand i like the smell of smokenfalling out of my hairnat this time of nightnonly the gaspipe micenhave the energy to swearnnJohnny says, you and me girlnwe could make a standnhe thinks i'm a bottlenof pretty pillsnwell i am not impressedni just like to be undressednsometimesnand i forget we are what we willnnThe Brooklyn skynlooked like a blood-shot eyenwould you dance tonYour Cheatin' Heartnwith me -- ahhhh....nnThe chinese lantern burnsnon the fire escapenthe lady hanging out her washnshe stretch her armsnthrough the iron gatesnAldous Huxley is laughing in his gravenand i am not impressed,nah don't get so distressednnThe Brooklyn skynlooked like a blood-shot eyenwould you dance tonYour Cheatin' Heartnwith me -- ahhhh....nnSave The Robotsnwas letting outnWinchester Chimes,nI love you more thannall the grout in thenfree world, lordnnThe Brooklyn skynlooked like a blood-shot eyenwould you dance tonYour Cheatin' Heartnwith me -- ahhhh....