Lyrics

blondes in black

stepping outside I find myself in the need and the night
the air in the city and the feeling that I?m trapped in between
thriving from a riff you can play every lick left and right
I?ve seen every trick that the book has to offer
I?ve played every john for the tourist and the trade
I?ve been on my knees for the money I?ve made

I?m still hungry
and this cigarette won?t cut itI?m still restless
and my fantasies don?t butt it

Blondes in the back
Blondes in black

Headlights shining on a wet brick wall
up pulls a grey coupe de ville
out steps a bowieknife in a steel blue suit
he says, there?s still time for you
if you get me what I need
there?s still more to get
I never travel alone

Blondes in the back
Blondes in black

Just past the corner there?s a little man
standing by the street
he?s handing out cards
and whispering to his feet
Blondes in the back
Blondes in black