Screams in the night
Sirens delight
Heat, broken glass
Satan’s bred trash
Big city madness, comfort my soul
Give me a home where I can grow
String of bright lights running up to the sky
Throughout the hot night, the cars racing by
You know they all see, but most of them pass
She drives by my wares, don’t hide in your glass wheel
Screams in the night
Sirens delight
Heat, broken glass
Satan’s bred trash
Big city madness, comfort my soul
Give me a home where I can grow
Sounds of guitars fill up the night
Can’t make me feel, I said its alright
In one hotel bed, you think you can grow
If you find a home, please let me know
these first two albums...NEVER did music "match" the album art, as the tracks of these first two albums (cover art, by Bill Gawlik)...dark...eerie...best listened to "at night"..."in the dark",,,,,
I’m telling you fuckers now, Joe and Al Bouchard were the lifeblood of BOC. This is a Joe song, as were many of the best BOC Tunes. Check the label credits. There’s more to BOC then Dharma and Bloom.