David Byrne - The Gates Of Paradise lyrics

Atom-smashers in the co*ktail lounge tonight Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time And the dj mixes them all And the music rhymes but it crawls And the music comes from hydrogen bombs Rock bands died when amateurs won Data in a hurry, using the new rubble Wipe it up baby, gonna get yourself in trouble We were burnt by the sun Having way too much fun Sleepless downtown overload Does the daylight bring you down? Money pours down and it drowns the little man Parking lot attendants stuff their pockets with their hands And the children laugh in your face They can see what you have erased When dogs make love they don't look at themselves Checking out each other by the way that they smell Rubbing and a'scratching, itching all the time Stop me if i talk too much, do another line We were burnt by the sun Having way too much fun The church of private enterprise Did the daylight bring you down? I love salt, i love sweets I know there's danger but i fall asleep The curves, the gasps, the love of life Headlines, gum box, faceless paradise Life rafts bobbing at the bottom of the pier Wood burns faster if it's soaked in gasoline All these towns look the same, everybody's clean Roll 'em out, cheap and fast, kiss me when i fall We were burnt by the sun Having way too much fun Sleepless downtown overload Did i stay outside too long? Alcohol, razor-blades All the clouds are miles away Take me down, far away Everyone's on holiday Alcohol, razor-blades All the clouds are miles away Take me now, fly away Everyone's on holiday All the clouds are miles away All the clouds are miles away Everyone's on holiday Everyone's on holiday Everyone's on holiday Everyone's on holiday Everyone's on holiday Everyone's on holiday