Home-sick well-heeled boys keep their cards well-hid, so sedated
Making so much noise about nothing in the evening
Suit and tie white-collared men keep their cards well-hid, so sedated
Fists clenched in the folds of the night, by the jukebox light, no name to recite
Summer houses on both coasts
Somehow that's not enough
Sheets of egyptian cotton
To soak up all the rich blood
By the jukebox light, no name to recite
Summer houses on both coasts
Somehow that's not enough
Sheets of egyptian cotton
To soak up all the rich blood
All the rich blood
All the rich blood
