endless juke joints and Valentino drag
where dancers scraped the tears
up off the street dressed down in rags
up off the street dressed down in rags
running into the darkness
some hurt bad some really dying
at night sometimes it seemed
you could hear the whole damn city crying
blame it on the lies that killed us
blame it on the truth that ran us down
you can blame it all on me Terry
it don't matter to me now
when the breakdown hit at midnight
there was nothing left to say
but I hated him and I hated you
when you went away
.
we swore forever friends
on the backstreets until the end
on the backstreets until the end
