Boys From Brazil. Champagne. Desert Shore. Celebrate. Memorize. Associate lips with the poor. Eyes of the world on you. Boys From Brazil. Champagne. Desert Shore.
When my love said to me. Meet me down by the gallow tree. For it's sad news I bring. About this old town and all that it's offering. Some say troubles abound.
You know that it hurts. These things that you say. But I'll be alright. Don't lose your faith. Just swallow your pride tonight. God only knows this place is strange.