It's dark in old streets
Cold wind and fallen leave
Down to a hidden place
that has seen better days
Keep walking nowhere
Revolting fear and gloom
The stifling silence
Swinging all around you
You've had a few shots
Now helpless, out of reach
Hell's closer than you thought
and full of blinking screens
Your inner demons
Remains of cigarette smoke
and dignity goes
floating through glory holes
If you wanna smell the seed then come in
If you wanna see the creeps then come in
If you wanna feel the sleaze then come in
This is where you get the chills
Your royal highness
Enter your favourite booth
Shake off your shyness
No one here cares 'bout you
Please insert one coin
Press button, play the art
Sit down and enjoy
The tales that get you hard
If you wanna smell the seed then come in
If you wanna see the creeps then come in
If you wanna feel the sleaze then come in
This is where you get the chills
Come play a filthy game (you're comin')
Sick video arcade (you're comin')
The lost souls' hideaway (comin')
I don't wanna stay
I don't wanna stay
