Strangers In a Nightclub

Sporting a redcoat with his right hand stamped All through the night he is pounding out his theme song In the search for something better lately Selling sinking ships and brakeless cars to all the weekend hoppers Should I say something? Showed up to the nightclub on a Space Age train Pomade in his hair and grease on his dead leg Winning races, didn't even bother running Still a shoulder for the friends of all the sunken children Step inside the circle Don't know him, and I don't know How anyone could tear apart two Strangers in a nightclub Behind the counter she's been mixing And fidgeting the thoughts out of her hair Venom spews from her snakeskin boots, a narcissistic guru in training Sporting retro-future, she's a talker Dabbled in gothic erotica, you know She can dine with his fetishes and have a feast Near the head of a murdered deer Step inside the circle Don't know her, and I don't know How anyone could tear apart two Strangers in a nightclub It's just my imagination Strangers I'm creating But I don't really care to talk about Strangers Step inside the circle Don't know them, and I don't know How anyone could tear apart two Strangers in a nightclub