Sometimes I fantasies
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone, is anybody home?
I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for as far I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies, I love the scene