You open the door, see them all, standing there
They want your time, they want your money
To themselves
See them the devil faces looking at you
You hope for salvation soon to comeWhen you walk through them all
When you walk through them all
The street continuesDark alleys, dead-end streets
There to be found
This place seems to be
Too profoundWhen you walk through them all
When you walk through them all
The street continues
When you walk through them all
When you walk through them all
The street continues
