KNIGHT TIME IN THE CITY

Musik: Père Lachaise
Text: Michel Grosjean

Down in the city of the garbage cans
Where the sunshine never comes.
You hear the howling of the police car
And the heartbeat of the drums.
See the fuzzy shadows moving on the walls,
Feeling the power of the heat.
You can't resist following the tune,
Can't stop the tap-tapping of your feet.

Knight time in the city.

You pull the door of the steamy bar,
You've decided to succumb.
The barmaid pours you her special drink,
It pushes off your brain like a bomb.
You swallow hard at her burning eyes
And the dangerous moves of her hips.
All your dreams may come true tonight.
Your pulse is hammering high and deep.

Knight time in the city.