@migu music@

Like a wrecking ball we rolled through this town

Into the teeth of it's contented smile

Like a snake we crawled across it's feet

They witched in sleep

The city dreamed two drunk men walking

We were hungry and the trees were bare

We spat on their roots until our mouths were dry

If it promised to end this nameless emptiness

It went in our mouths

The city dreamed of two fire eaters

But if not for just one word from a friend

By chance or by design

I would have broken my neck

On some dark stone steps

Singing "any town , is a good place to die"

Afraid of the kiss of getting burned on the lips

I lean just close enough to light my cigarette

I climb the steps with the key to my room

My hands are warm

My pockets are full of stolen fire

Like a fisT he arcs through ancient dust

Into the jaws of the beast the chrome and the rust

Like a Saint who turned his back on one kind word

He seldom sleeps

The radio, plays a drunk man walking