Reality escapers

(...that's what you call us...)

The bad taste representers

A fantasy poor joke

That we're nothing but cheap pretenders



But we keep casting our spells

'Cause we suck at everything else



Take me to the night

Bring me a spotlight

In the loudest microphone

I'll howl for the moon light

The days of city heart are not over



So come on, shape up you bum dogs

(...that's what you tell us...)

You can't deny forever

You look like hell when you're broke

You're four pretentious losers



But we keep casting our spells

'Cause we suck at everything else



Take me to the night

Bring me a spotlight

In the loudest microphone

I'll howl for the moon light

The days of city heart are not over



Take me to the night

Bring me a spotlight

In the loudest microphone

I'll howl for the moon light

The days of city heart are not over



And we'll be dogs forever

Yeah we'll be dogs forever