The architects are choking out another hollow tooth  And the rooms have all been rented from the gutter to the roof  In the heart of a city desire finds its fuel  You go out looking for trouble, sooner or later and the trouble finds you    Here the men walk like pigeons  And the women all talk loud  Skin's a coin of the kingdom  Everybody's lonesome  The wild boys say  'I'm onto you'    So to hell with the mill sallow chorus  Lift you body out of exile  Come bend to the outlaw arrow  Come let me under you veil  They might say love is only trouble  We're both too drunk to steer it  We may never be angels  But we're lousy with the spirit    Here the men walk like pigeons  And the women all talk loud  Skin's a coin of the kingdom  Everybody's lonesome  The diamond girls say  'I'm onto you'    And the streets say  'I'm onto you'  And the night say  'I'm onto you'  And the lovers say  'I'm onto you'    In the fire of my youth  We were racing with the sun  Kissing in the churchyard  I knew a righteous woman