[ Featuring the Rare Birds ]
I've got a story to tell you
Of this mixed bag crew
I've kept it hushed for so long
Chucked it out like a good unpaired shoe
But then I saw this deranged girl
Dancing like possessed in the street
And it all came back in a single heartbeat
Tale of a body outline chalked in the concrete
Ghost of the past from Rupert St
I was renting in Soho
Ninety-three, ninety-four
Mad it was, but not ho-ho-ho
The drugs were all next-door
And only now and then
French kid would drop from the roof
But drag queens fought on the dot in the midnight hour
And sniffing dogs would bark in the midnight hour
Rita was ready to pull the plug
She couldn't take it no more
No one and nothing could change her mind
Except a fire on the first floor
Descending down the bed sheets through blaze
Does wonders for one's willpower
Safe on the cold street she laughed in the midnight hour
And she danced like a woman possessed in the midnight hour
