When the night is young and you're highly strung
And your mind's come undone
And the bad guy's won, but what's done is done
And the sun's said, "So long"
Well, I suggest that you do your best
To sow your thoughts together
And I must confess, and this is just a guess
It won't be dark forever
So, in honour of the street lights, I live
But this guitar makes me feel sick
And unless you're a martyr like most
Illumination ain't much to boast
'Cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know
When things go wrong and there is no song
For you to ride on
And you're a pawn 'cause you feel forlorn
And the game's been overdrawn
Well, if you want it worse, then look no further
Than your friends and lovers
It's kind to be cruel, but you can be made to feel a fool
By your friends and lovers
I keep my wits about me when I'm out
With my friends and lovers
Joanne's so full of doubt 'cause she thinks she can do without
Her friends and lovers
So, in honour of the street lights, she lives
But this guitar makes her feel sick
And unless she's a martyr like most
Illumination ain't much to boast
'Cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know
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When the undertaker's come to bury your tongue
'Cause it's all been said and done
And the pastor's lost 'cause he can't find God
And the earth is all he's got
Well, I suggest that he thanks his friends
And the lovers that he's lost
It's not enough
To simply suffer at the cusp
You've got to know just how much
Most of it's just bad luck
And the only ones you can trust
Are your friends and lovers
So, in honour of the street lights, I live
But this guitar makes me feel sick
And unless you're a martyr like most
Illumination ain't much to boast
'Cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know