[Verse]
D Bm
The night was raining down
F#m A
On neon streets of old Soho.
D Bm
Our 'macs' were buttoned tight,
F#m A
We'd just been to a show.
D Bm
Those glossy pictures,
F#m A
Revealing much but never all;
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
The real thing was within, they said
A
"Come in and have a ball".
Em
The girls were tired,
A
And not the same as the pictures on the wall.
[Verse]
D Bm
While ladies beckoned us,
F#m A
And each would tell her sorry tale;
D Bm
Some promise in the rain,
F#m A
Of an experience gone stale;
D Bm
No better than a fruit machine,
F#m A
With jackpot gone, and parts for sale.
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Meanwhile on the sidewalk,
A
A man lay spilling out his life.
Em
He spat on civil pity,
A
Wanted money and not a wife.
A
Then he suddenly took out a knife,
Em
A car went by and splashed us all -
C
I heard that doorman call,
A
"Come in and have a ball".
[Chorus]
D
The hookers, the bookers,
Bm
The jaded onlookers;
F#m A
The search of the lonely for a billboard sky.
D
The streetwalk, the sleepwalk,
Bm
The fast and the loose talk;
F#m
It's a business doing pleasure,
A
With the meek and the shy.
*Sax solo*
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
There are sometimes - Don't you wish
A
Don't you wish that you'd never come.
Em
I wish I could turn,
I could turn on my heels,
C
And run from the look in their eyes.
Em
There was no element of surprise.
C
Just that look of submission,
An open admission,
A
That shows a decision to live their life this way.
[Chorus]
D
The hookers, the bookers,
Bm
The jaded onlookers;
F#m A
The search of the lonely for a billboard sky.
D
The streetwalk, the sleepwalk,
Bm
The fast and the loose talk;
F#m
It's a business doing pleasure,
A
With the meek and the shy.
*Repeat to fade*