Club Down (with Sarah Bernat)

Turn the lights off

They done shut the club down

Shut the club down

Shut the, shut the club down

Turn the lights off

They done shut the club down

Shut the club down

Shut the, shut the club down

The schoolyard reeks of sewage

Broken pipes, broken promise

The thin man staggers lucid for this time of night

Drying vomit dangles from the beard

Step, mumble, shuffle, trip

But the trajectory is clear

He's headed for the covered steps

Tut-tut, it looks like rain

He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky's this kind of gray

That or his favorite film, Gene Kelly leaping technicolor through the fray

And feeling glorious

The story is an allegory for his days

But night is coming now

Vials snap, aluminum sounds vibro-slap

His drops descend on tall cans, it's all hands on deck to chase the pain away

Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product

The money harbors the logic

And babies holler from colic

The symphony is tectonic

It shifts as the earth is settling

Precious metals are mined

And a million minds have been meddling with time

In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck

Golden goose from a fairy tale

Shittin' faberge eggs

Here, snitches shit bricks

Think quick to talk pig latin

That black dark too slick for that kid

Tappin' the window while lookin' over his shoulder

Stop lookin' over your shoulder

You're never caught from behind as long as you keep movin' forward

They long for sleep like they mortal

These zombies, but they got this portal

In their minds and the molecules get rewired

Every trip they've taken through time

And they drippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting

The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting

The feeling of guns peeling like bells in a telltale reeling

Our bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling

Is black from the smoke thats rising

The scent is just so enticing

Descent is a small price for the right to live out your vices

Now turn the lights off

They done shut the club down

Shut the club down

Shut the, shut the club down

And every night after

The club, it goes down

Plenty, plenty mo' rounds

Bodies, bodies on the ground

On Broadway, on Main Street, they all stumble out

To a dozen pairs of hands pullin' bottles from they mouths

Hotties hardly walk now

Everybody passed out

In the back seat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound

It's the city, it's the city and you only see one

And it all look pretty when it all begun

But the shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun

All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that

Gangster shit, that gangster shit

The whole world lovin' that gangster shit

Can't change the shit, it's dangerous

But it really ain't nothin' to a gangster

Bitch, what you know about that?

Don't act like a newbie, new divorce

Get jacked, what you need is a new jack swing

And new toolie, discerning

Taste for the place like a foodie

Hardly coolie, high when it's on the step

Stepped on dope as a safety net

And the dope fiends cry but they don't regret

Everyone get high, go out till the

Turn the lights off

They done shut the club down

Shut the club down

Shut the, shut the club down

Why you fightin' all the shit

That make the world go 'round?

World go 'round

World, world go 'round

Turn the lights off

They done shut the club down

Shut the club down

Shut the, shut the club down

Turn the lights off

They done shut the club down

Shut the club down

Shut the, shut the club down

It's the city, it's the city and you only see one

And it all look pretty when it all begun

But the shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun

All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that

Gangster shit, that gangster shit

The whole world lovin' that gangster shit

Can't change the shit, it's dangerous

But it really ain't nothin' to a gangster

Got the twenties and the fifties wrapped around the old ones

Two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons

You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs

But whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun with that

Gangster shit, that gangster shit

The whole world lovin' that gangster shit

Can't change the shit, it's dangerous

But it really ain't nothin' to a gangster