I leave this old town it makes me diseased
With my rauchy bag full of wasted dreams
My heart is raped and my soul is abused
They took my pride I’ve got nothing to loose
What if my way is not long enough
What if I’ve not done my stuff
Lying underneath the sky
My comb is the wind and my coat is the night
Drink my booze with Lucifer
Won’t take me turn for better
I take his hand cause I won’t walk alone
My shadow will disappear before it’s dawn
I take a look at the boys in the pub
They drink cause they’re happy
I drink cause I’m lost
Sit on the top of a small garbage heap
Scrap out myself and just weep
Lying underneath the sky
My comb is the wind and my coat is the night
Drink my booze with Lucifer
Won’t take me turn for better
…and we’re all looking for love | 
