Strangers In A Nightclub
Sporting a redcoat with his right hand stamped
All through the night he is pounding out his theme song
In the search for something better lately
Selling sinking ships and brakeless cars to all the weekend hoppers
Should I say something?
Showed up to the nightclub on a Space Age train
Pomade in his hair and grease on his dead leg
Winning races, didn't even bother running
Still a shoulder for the friends of all the sunken children
Step inside the circle
Don't know him, and I don't know
How anyone could tear apart two
Strangers in a nightclub
Behind the counter she's been mixing
and fidgeting the thoughts out of her hair
Venom spews from her snakeskin boots, a narcissistic guru in training
Sporting retro-future, she's a talker
Dabbled in gothic erotica, you know
She can dine with his fetishes and have a feast
Near the head of a murdered deer
Step inside the circle
Don't know her, and I don't know
How anyone could tear apart two
Strangers in a nightclub
It's just my imagination
Strangers I'm creating
But I don't really care to talk about
Strangers
Step inside the circle
Don't know them, and I don't know
How anyone could tear apart two
Strangers in a nightclub
All through the night he is pounding out his theme song
In the search for something better lately
Selling sinking ships and brakeless cars to all the weekend hoppers
Should I say something?
Showed up to the nightclub on a Space Age train
Pomade in his hair and grease on his dead leg
Winning races, didn't even bother running
Still a shoulder for the friends of all the sunken children
Step inside the circle
Don't know him, and I don't know
How anyone could tear apart two
Strangers in a nightclub
Behind the counter she's been mixing
and fidgeting the thoughts out of her hair
Venom spews from her snakeskin boots, a narcissistic guru in training
Sporting retro-future, she's a talker
Dabbled in gothic erotica, you know
She can dine with his fetishes and have a feast
Near the head of a murdered deer
Step inside the circle
Don't know her, and I don't know
How anyone could tear apart two
Strangers in a nightclub
It's just my imagination
Strangers I'm creating
But I don't really care to talk about
Strangers
Step inside the circle
Don't know them, and I don't know
How anyone could tear apart two
Strangers in a nightclub
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Holtzberg, Eric Nizgretsky, Manny Silverstein, Zack Kantor
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