Kool of the Night
Martin Newell
[Verse 1]
Diplomats and sinners are sleeping in the daytime
Calling to the rough trade, burning out the nightmare
She'll never please the people when the books are the balance
Loony, loony, loony, loony, loony
[Chorus]
Kool of the night-time
The kool of the night
The kool of the night-time
The kool of the night
[Verse 2]
Children of the night join their heads to their hands
They’re queuing up to get inside, they're quеuing up to die
The lonely bravе commuter will pass them in the dark
There's blooeys in the subway, there’s snowdrops in the park
[Chorus]
Kool of the night-time
The kool of the night
The kool of the night-time
The kool of the night