Noctural Pleasure Lyrics

The entire city is burningYou can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukeboxLost boys stalk the streets with those jungle markings on their chestsBarbarians prowl in shadows their heads rocking with rodentsMotorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleysgroaning with greasy pleasureAnd they've blown up the YWCA like a giant balloonAnd sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls