You step inside from the cold gray street
The leather smells of old rainy heat
Your boots are heavy with black city mud
The city pulses like a slow deep flood
I keep my eyes on the cracked glass pane
I know the shortcuts to avoid the rain
You look behind you with a nervous stare
A heavy tension hanging in the air
Ready or not the clock starts to chime
You are just running out of your time
Ready or not the street lights turn red
Walk through the door or you end up dead
We pass the alleys where the sirens wail
The air is thick and the moonlight is pale
You clutch a folder with a shaking hand
A secret map of a forgotten land
Ready or not the clock starts to chime
You are करणारे running out of your time
Ready or not the street lights turn red
Walk through the door or you end up dead
The meter clicks like a hammer on steel
I feel the shudder of the spinning wheel
One wrong turn and the game is all done
Nowhere to hide and nowhere to run
I've driven strangers through this concrete maze
I've seen the flicker of a thousand glaze
The fare is cheap but the cost is too high
Under a heavy and a charcoal sky
You reach the corner of the gated wall
The wind is rising and the shadows fall
I pull the brake with a sudden sharp jerk
This is the place where the dark spirits lurk
Ready or not the clock starts to chime
You are just running out of your time
Ready or not the street lights turn red
Walk through the door or you end up dead
Keep the change, kid.
Good luck in there.
(Fade out with Wurlitzer)
