Cries From The Midnight Circus - The Pretty Things

In the concrete valleys the electric storm

We members of the midnight circus

Our bodies so brightly adorn

In your long sedans and your Oldsmobiles

Through that slit in your face, you ask me

How it feels

Can you hear me, can you hear me

I’m a-telling you again

Daughters of Satan all stand in line

With faces greased and a mouth full of shine

With iron hand you bruise the flesh

Then through a closing door you ask

Pray why the distress

Hear me, can you hear me, can you

Midnight sailors can stay

We won’t send you away

See me here on my knees

You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes

As fingers round your throat they close

Your cries of murder, splash on the walls

As you die, you think about the injustice of it all

Can you hear me …

Hear me …

See Satan’s daughters' red light

They have such good appetites

Another clown packs his drag …