[ Featuring the Gang ]
So you've made your way down to the city
Looking to make a buck
But all you found is a long week and a hankering for a ruck
But the neon keeps on burnin and the 45s keep on spinning and these
Long snaking back streets are the lifeblood to the sinning
As good men retire, the flames rise higher
Rumble rhythm horror terror on a holy day
There's a devil in the jukebox baby, will you listen to what he says
So you wanna stick around there's only the dead and the quick
If you want to make some money well boy you gotta be slick
The city doesn't raise no fool, but it sure will raise it's hand
When the moon rears its ugly head, then you'll understand
Well the basements keep on jumping as the devils heartbeats pumping"
