text: There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on
  And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning
  Away in the distance theres a blue flashing light
  Someones in trouble somewhere tonight
  As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse
  The wind blows away all of yesterdays news
  Well, theyve locked up their daughters
  And they battened the hatches
  They always could find us but they never could catch us
  Through the grease-streaked windows of an all-night cafe
  We watched the arrested get taken away
  And that cigarette haze has ecology beat
  As the whores and the drunks filed in from the street
  Cause the steams in the boiler, the coals in the fire
  If you ask how I am then Ill just say inspired
  If the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side
  Then youre better off dead if you havent yet died
  Ooh 
  Ooh
  Ooh 
  Ooh 
  Ah
  Ah
  La-la-la-la-la...
  Cause the steams in the boiler, the coals in the fire
  If you ask how I am then Ill just say inspired
  If the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side
  Then youre better off dead if you havent yet died
  Better off dead
  Better off dead
  Better off dead
  Better off dead
  Better off dead
  Better off dead
  Better off dead
  Better off dead