Desolate City

We are liars, we are thieves
Scheming dildos dressed like Keef
Dealing tragedy and false beliefs
We are liars, we are thieves

And we're the dark street at 2 a.m.
The creeping fears, yeah, we are them
So put your face on you ball of phlegm
'Cause we're the dark street at 2 a.m.

Turn the heat up on my soul
Turn it up 'cause I'm feeling so cold
Slow night in a desolate city

And it hits like a slap in the face
We're the dark horse, this is the race
Slow night in a desolate city

We are lions in a cage
Pet tigers fueled on rage
We're the moonlight, we're the clouds
We are losers, we are proud

We are magic, we are class
A hand with knuckles made of brass
We are good times turned bad
We are the action you never had

Turn the heat up on my soul
Turn it up 'cause I'm feeling so cold
Slow night in a desolate city

And it hits like a slap in the face
We're the dark horse this is the race
Slow night in a desolate city

We are the sunlight, we are the storm
We're the idea and the form
We are loving, we are raped
We are magic caught on tape
We are splinters from a glass
We're the greatest, we suck ass
We're united and torn apart
We are the ending and the start

So turn the heat up 'cause I'm feeling so cold
Turn it up 'til it burns my soul
Slow night in a desolate city

And it hits me like a slap in the face
You're the dark horse, I am the race
Slow night in a desolate city, yeah

Slow night
Slow night
Slow night in a desolate city

Slow night (slow night)
Slow night (slow night)
Slow night in a desolate city, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Arne C. Skagen, Rolf Yngve Uggen, Frithjof Jacobsen, Danny Young
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