Let me tell you about a four-walled, sleazy, sunk speak-easy   Low below the thieves and streets   Welcoming you into a four floor descent   Where even good boys need rent   And toothpaste for their yellow teeth   Because the days pass quickly, high above me   It's night forever where I dry   And the bar's too busy to get you dizzy   And everybody talks in cries      Because they know no better   When the weather never strikes a conversation here   We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar   Where they hold the wickedest so dear      Are you scared of what these four walls could say?   If they could speak, would they?   Yeah blow for blow, they'll sell you out   In an Italian accent, laced with intent   Patience is the virtue now   Because the days pass quickly high above me   I'm doomed forever where I sit   And the barmaid's quiz me, please forgive me   For slurring all my alibis, for slurring all my alibis      Because they know no better   When the weather never strikes a conversation here   We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar   Where they hold the wickedest so dear      Where they honour and they drink and they fear   Dear, they're not looking for your sympathy here   Where they drink just to drown what's inside   Dear, they swear the destination's the ride      Because they know no better   When the weather never strikes a conversation here   We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar   Where they hold the wickedest so dear   You know the fortune teller   Reaks of leather - he stole your wallet, now he knows your name   Yeah, he's a future seller: not too clever   Cause he worships at the cistern here