Downtown, dirty brick roads 
Wind is blowing hard through your clothes 
Downtown, dirty brick roads 
Wind is blowing hard through your clothing 
Neon always stays on 
Only makes the drugs a little less boring 
There’s a man on the side of the road 
Who got himself a hit for 20 Euro 
Tonight, death looks right 
Floating on a sea of lovely red lights… 
Hum drum, through the Centrum 
Window tricks for curious sons 
Three bodies for your pleasure 
You see the girl who’s looking undone 
Pick her out to take her home 
Or get it right there for 70 Euro 
Tonight, death looks right 
Floating on a sea of lovely red lights… 
Its time to lift your eyes… 
Daylight follows 
….steals the joys that bring you sorrow… 
In the place where men discover 
There’s a church the red lights cover 
One sacred one profane 
Two thoughts attacking each other… 
On the wind…the spirit will go…through the canals to the 
Paradiso 
At night, one red light, lost its fire, turns to white