between cool confusion   and kung fu in the car park   could the weekend be losing   that reactive spark      even in the shebeen   or down in the meat rack   longtime i feel cold   to send cinderella's shoe back      along the length of the wire   party jam on the line   i can't hear a thing   can't get no number nine      now we must get in touch   if the night is to burn   someone out there in luck   lend me your star for a turn      as heroes fix their hair   some are saving their breath   just on the walkways tonight   for a glue bag death      screens flick in unison   some gaze at the soul   from the tiers and the heights   go for the fifteenth floor stroll      it's immediately obvious;   anybody star-gilt   would have left this club   way before it was built      this strikes you so late   as the guy with the broom   sweeps you and the bottles   right out of the room      now i wash in the factory   confess in the tile house   i don't need to bleed anybody   to strike out      today my godfather   he sent a note from the jail   said go get 'em kid   but don't get chained to the rail      between cool confusion   and kung fu in the car park   could the weekend be losing   that romantic spark      even in the shebeen   or down in the meat rack   long time i feel cold   to send cinderella's shoe back