The Score

From the stars down to the gutter and the places inbetween
From the basement to the big hall to the worn-out rocker scene
From the mountains to the flat lands to the second-tallest man
Like a juggernaut, a band of thieves and a goddamn caravan

From the fast lanes through the max gains
To be stuck in the waiting room
Like a mad dog and a strutter, like a harvester of doom
Spread on the bonnets, spread on the billboards
Ink on a lower back

Like an artwork from a billionaire collection
Where everything is painted black
And I can barely carry myself from the bathroom to the hall
I'm rolling down the staircase like the giant psychedelic

Let the night roll over
Let the night roll over 'til the end of time
Get your shit together and get back on the line
Up on the rafters, let out the roar
Turn out the light and never tell me the score again

Horseback riders, band of bugglers and a garrison of shields
Poppy's growing just like bloodstains on forgotten battlefields
Come on in silence, come to bear witness, come with everything you got
Serve me the papers, call my lawyer, tell my guy to line up the shots
'Cause I can barely see the light or the writing on the wall
I'm staring down the tunnel, I can hear the mating call

Let the night roll over
Let the night roll over 'til the end of time
Get your shit together and get back on the line
Up on the rafters, let out the roar
Turn out the light and never tell me the score again

Martian lingo, hotel tango
And the blips are on the screen
Cages broken, streets are lined with predators and steam
Whistle-blowing, managers are biting down their nails
Long-forgotten harmonies are forming from the halls

Let the night roll over
Let the night roll over 'til the end of time
Get your shit together and get back on the line
Up on the rafters, let out the roar
Turn out the light and never tell me the score again