Strike an empty pose A pose is always empty The girl sure loves her roses The camera lens closes On bullsh** for the night It's grief It's suffering A thorn in my side told me Hold please A thorn in my side told me We'll see A light travel down the catwalk Let down your curls Your guests will soon be arriving On the Boulevard of Sinners It's later than you think On the Boulevard of Sinners It's sunset Strike an empty pose A pose ain't always empty The boy sure knows his roses The camera lens closes On bullsh** for the night Money comes Money goes A girl down on Easy Street gathers up her clothes In Berlin it's sunny; in Barcelona it snows A light travels down the catwalk A light travels down the catwalk A light travels down the catwalk A light travels down the catwalk A light travels down the catwalk Strike an empty pose