Текст песни Kebabylon - Arab Strap
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                swagger, 
                                                    I 
                                                sweep 
                                                up 
                                                your 
                                                sickness
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                find 
                                                what 
                                                is 
                                                lost 
                                                and 
                                                thrown 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                stoop 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                secrets, 
                                                    I 
                                                bend 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                kill 
                                                corruption, 
                                                so 
                                                it 
                                                lives 
                                                another 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                wallflower 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                darkness 
                                                in 
                                                fireproof 
                                                clothes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Undercover, 
                                                undervalued, 
                                                underpaid
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ride 
                                                the 
                                                edges 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                cracks, 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                behind 
                                                the 
                                                curtain
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                invisible, 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                your 
                                                moonlight 
                                                maid
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sifting 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                of 
                                                Kebabylon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chasing 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                ghosts 
                                                of 
                                                indiscretion 
                                                and 
                                                lust
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                empty, 
                                                filthy 
                                                streets 
                                                are 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                belong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                among 
                                                the 
                                                devilry, 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you're 
                                                already 
                                                dreaming 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                claw 
                                                up 
                                                your 
                                                condom
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                your 
                                                syringe 
                                                cracks 
                                                underneath 
                                                my 
                                                boot
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                crashed 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                couch, 
                                                passed 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                porch
 
                                    
                                
                                                Such 
                                                    a 
                                                lover, 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                liar, 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                brute
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                evidence 
                                                destroyed, 
                                                your 
                                                sleep 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                sound
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                your 
                                                angel, 
                                                your 
                                                accomplice, 
                                                and 
                                                look 
                                                what 
                                                I've 
                                                found
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sifting 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                of 
                                                Kebabylon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chasing 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                ghosts 
                                                of 
                                                indiscretion 
                                                and 
                                                lust
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                empty, 
                                                filthy 
                                                streets 
                                                are 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                belong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                among 
                                                the 
                                                devilry, 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                join 
                                                me 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                of 
                                                Kebabylon
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                find 
                                                    a 
                                                story 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                ages 
                                                tonight
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                empty, 
                                                filthy 
                                                streets 
                                                are 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                belong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Always 
                                                trying 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                outrun 
                                                the 
                                                light
 
                                    
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