HUNTERS AVENUE


Wow, it seems you’re new in town
Get ready for a ride
In the dead of the night don’t make no sound
I’ll explain some wrongs and rights

Do you see it down below?
When the sun goes down and the shadows grow
Something strange in the neighborhood
In the city of Muddlewood

Calm down
It’s a rule number one
Fear is making you dumb
Have you heard of it?
HEY, HEY!

No fool
It’s a rule number two
If you pretend to be cool
All you find is
BANG, BANG!

I hope your angels come with you tonight
Cause any prayer doesn’t work before the morning light

Do you see it down below?
When the sun goes down and the shadows grow
Something strange in the neighborhood
In the city…

HEY MAN!
Get in the action
Take a knife and grab your gun
HEY MAN!
Get in the action
Fire bullets one by one
Don’t think, don’t hesitate
Take sight, shoot straight
The dark is chasing you
On Hunters Avenue

Be free
It’s a rule number three
No any shadow of greed
And the cruelty
HEY, HEY!

Don’t fall
It’s a rule number four
And keep the balance between
Your fear and ecstasy


BLIND TOM ALLEY


Green moon and midnight cats
My old and only mates
But sometimes there’s a day
When I meet someone else

She said her name was Hex
And those tattoos around her neck…
Black widows eating guiding stars
Caught in a spider’s web

Hail, hail, rusty nail
What bloodsucker’s on my tail?
Take it out, take it out
Take it out, out

Wait, wait, I’m a friend
Have no weapon in my hand
Hear me out, hear me out
Hear me out, out

I still remember you
I still remember day
The words you told me when we met
One night in Blind Tom Alley
I still remember you
I still remember day
The words you told me when we met
One night in Blind Tom Alley

All I can give you is a kiss
No bullets, blades or evil eye
Now let me go alone in peace
And so will I

We stayed there, side by side
The orphan souls are quiet
The time and place could say enough
And eyes, they never lie

She said her name was Hex
And those tattoos around her neck…
That was reflections of our hearts
Caught in a spider’s web


KNUCKLE STREET


The ages of decline
Decades of filth and crime
New tribes, new cults
New gods have come in slums

Self-execution sentence
That you adjudge and sign
A pure philosophy
We call it
LINE ON LINE

BAD BOYS FROM KNUCKLE STREET
NO SURRENDER, NO RETREAT
BAD BOYS FROM KNUCKLE STREET
OLD BITCH WELCOMES YOU

Between a dagger and a bat
The style of life you never had
Cold steel allowed
It’s just as crazy as it gets

And never tell about glory
The self-destructive scum
The life just gets boring
And we have
A GOOD TIME

BAD BOYS FROM KNUCKLE STREET
NO SURRENDER, NO RETREAT
BAD BOYS FROM KNUCKLE STREET
OLD BITCH WELCOMES YOU

All is done and all is said
Everyone’s already dead
Enter Circus of the Mad
Join the queue


SECRETTE STATION


On the eastside was the road that I never walked before
A passage through the desolate slums disappearing in the hoar
There I found this mystic place
In a cloak of ghostly haze
A lonely red brick signal box
Number 4

GOODNIGHT
I’M YOUR SATELLITE
MY SECRETTE STATION
GOODNIGHT
I’LL NEVER STEP INSIDE
MY SECRETTE STATION

I could stare all night long at the attic window glow
And I can’t remember any man I ever saw
Just the distant bark of dogs
Maybe I could come and knock
On the door someday if it wouldn’t be more enticing not to know

Drops of rain
The rumble
Midnight train
Is coming
Just like the days of my life
Come and pass before my eyes
Can see but I’m blind
I got nothing inside
My universe is…
Four square feet of life
Four square feet of light


CENTRAL BULLETVARD


There is the land of beauty
Against the pit of hate
The boulevard that lies between
Is called ‘The Rabbit Hole’

You’ll never know our stories
We’re all banned from your state
Except the fiddler on the roof
The one who takes the souls

I hear him playing in the night

CLICK-CLICK, BANG-BANG
Trumpets in the end
Feel the sudden touch of the bone hand
CLICK-CLICK, BANG-BANG
Trumpets in the end
Feel the sudden touch of the bone hand

A palace of all pleasures
A dungeon of all sins
The boulevard that lies between
Is called ‘The Looking Glass’

The garbage and the treasure
They can’t be mixed by any means
But there’s a man whose guns tell tales
And wonders come to pass

I hear him playing in the night


MASQUEÉ ROAD


Hey you people prepare for a carnival ride
EVERYBODY WAKE UP!
EVERYBODY WAKE UP!
As the circus appears in a violet light
EVERYBODY GET UP!
EVERYBODY GET UP!
Throw your hands in the air and get ready to cheer
EVERYBODY COME ON!
EVERYBODY COME ON!
The most exciting funfair at the end of the year!
YOU’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG!
YOU’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG!

The ghost lamps on Masqueé Road
In October mist they shine bright
The ghost lamps on Masqueé Road
To the house of sins the guide

Tonight all seems so frenzy
Strange toys and cotton candies
The air is filled with the scent of caramel
We’ll take away your sadness
A theater of madness
It must be a night of demons banished from their hell


DREAMOUND PARK


So you wanna get in trouble tonight?
Open the gates to the best place to start
When the birds stop singing and shadows creep
And the ghosts reflect in the black water’s deep

Dreamound Park collects the lives
Since Peter Crane has killed his wife
And Archer sisters – eight and nine
Were found hanging from a pine

RO! SHAM! BO!
Midnight Witch has chosen your name
RO! SHAM! BO!
Go to the house at the end of the lane

The game will show who’s the goose
You’ll need your courage if you lose
When the birds stop singing and shadows creep
And the dead faces look from the black water’s deep

Dreamound Park collects the lives
Since Brom Van Dien caught a couple of knives
And father Jones from Sunday school
So sadly drowned in a pool

RO! SHAM! BO!
Midnight Witch has chosen your name
RO! SHAM! BO!
Go to the house at the end of the lane
Feel how your heart is breaking
Feel how you knees are shaking
Shut up and let it go
RO! SHAM! BO!


WASTELAND DRIVE


One day Joe Miller
Walked out of his father’s home
He stopped an eighteen wheeler
And went away alone

We saw him at the crossroads
He looked us in the eye
‘I’m glad to see you old dogs
Forgive me and goodbye’

LET THIS CITY STARVE
WITHOUT ME, WITHOUT ME
LET THIS CITY BARF
UP EVERYTHING IT STOLE FROM ME

He was a real reckless head
The fastest pair of Converse shoes
We used to call him Devil’s Pet
Who never made excuse

LET THIS CITY STARVE
WITHOUT ME, WITHOUT ME
LET THIS CITY BARF
UP EVERYTHING IT STOLE FROM ME
I NEVER LOVED YOU
AND NOW I SPIT ON YOU FROM WASTELAND DRIVE
I NEVER LOVED YOU
NOT ANY DAY
NOT ANY HOUR
NOT ANY SECOND OF MY LIFE


KITE BAY BRIDGE


The shadows lost their might
Port cranes began to move in morning haze
Ten minutes of the dark before the dawn
It was a long cold night
Nine hours of walking through the city maze
And now it’s time to come back home

Just let the sun wake up and say hello

Standing on the bridge
Waiting for the day
I want to jump and soar like a paper plane
Standing on the bridge
Waiting for the day
I want to jump and soar like a paper plane

I don’t know more than yesterday
And I don’t understand…
Why do I do these desperate things?
Perhaps it’s a lack of saturation
In the universe of black and gray
Searching for the riddles I don’t care of any keys
And nothing matters
Nothing..