And Stars, Ringed - Blue Sky Black Death

Dark end of the street

That’s where we always meet

Hiding in shadows where we don’t belong

Living in darkness to hide our wrong

(Hello, America!)

Dark end of the street

That’s where we always meet

Hiding in shadows where we don’t belong

Living in darkness to hide our wrong

Dark end of the street

That’s where we always meet

Hiding in shadows where we don’t belong

Living in darkness to hide our wrong

Hey, I got some Winstons.

Hawked them off my old man’s dresser.

One apiece for

after supper

Yeah, that’s cool

Yeah.

That’s when a cigarette tastes best: after supper

Great