Cool Confusion

Between cool confusion
Kung fu in the car park
Could the weekend be losing
That reactive sparkEven in the Shebeen
Or down in the meat rack
Longtime I feel cold
To send Cinderellas shoe backAlong the length of the wire
Party jam on the line
I cant hear a thing
Cant get no number nineNow we must get in touch
If the night is to burn
Someone out there in luck
Lend me your star for a turnAs heroes fix their hair
Some are saving their breath
Upon those walkways tonight
For a glue bag deathScreens flick in unison
Some gaze at the soul
From the tiers and the heights
Go for that fifteenth floor strollIts immediately obvious
Anybody star-gilt
Would have left this club
Way before it was builtThis strikes you so late
As the guy with the broom
Sweeps you and the bottles
Right out of the roomAnd heroes fix their hair
They save their breath
Upon those walkways tonight
For that cool blue bag deathScreens flick in unison
Someday gaze at the soul
From those tiers and heights
Go for that fifteenth floor strollNow I wash in the factory
Confess in the tile house
But I dont need to bleed
Anybody to strike outToday my Godfather
He sent a note from the jail
Said, "Go get em, kid
But dont get chained to the rail"Between cool confusion
Kung fu in the car park
Could the weekend be losing
That romantic sparkEven in the Shebeen
Or down in the meat rack
Long time I feel cold
To send Cinderellas shoe back