Sweetside Silver Night 歌詞

the road to hell is paved with the souls of old failed singers the wild, wild eyes, the non stop whys - the dreadful songs they bring us. their get up and go makes me lie down and die. their pug ugly row makes the little ones cry. sweetside silver night sheds her skin in the cold spotlight. sweetside silver night - it's in the colour of her hair. tired of losing face and lost in summer thunder, casual attire with no spare tyre, you sit at home and wonder. sweetside silver night spills her gin in the pale moonlight. sweetside silver night - it's in the way she never cares.