Bouncers stand, with threatening intent.

Watching twitchy men, coked up and violent.

The muffled sounds, of heart rate repetition.

Explode as doors, reveal the inhibition.

Young girls sit, on shiny soaked cold floors.

Chewing stale kebabs, showing off much more.

Than the skinny guys, are ever going to get.

French kisses behind the bins, while getting soaking wet.

First time mums, out with their single mates

Vomit in the gutter while the taxi meters wait.

High heels click like guilty knitting needles.

Toward darkened cars, spewing clouds of diesel.

Orange lights, illuminate street cleaners.

Emptying bursting bins, of pizza boxes and needles.

Hose away stains of broken hearts and pain.

Plugs and sockets, that won’t connect again.

Creeping out, from budget priced hotels.

Sun glasses hide, last nights kiss don’t tell.

Early morning workers, look at you and know.

What the cleaned up streets will never ever show.

Chorus.

Don’t get burned by dirty cigarettes.

Thirsty bats, biting at your neck.

They suck so hard, Have you finished yet.

Bites and burns from those dirty cigarettes.