Lookin' out on the city
it's one cold neon machine
I walk the streets each mornin'
Holding pieces of a dream,
of my dream

I planned to make my getaway
Break out of this old routine
I found myself lasta Friday evening
Working in an after hours scene

In walked this man called Gypsy
Said he could turn my life around
He introduced me to a certain stranger
Called the king of the underground

I saw the lights go down
I saw the lights go down

He told me that he liked my style
As he moved behind those shades
His gold-thoothed back-room smile said
there was money to be made, yeah
He said, "Boy, you've got the hunger;
With some luck, you could have it all
Let your future begin, You drinkin' whiskey or gin?
Excuse me while I make a call."

He was gone about thirty seconds
When the sparks began to fly
They burst in from the street
Six men packin' heat
Out of the corner of my eye

I saw the lights go down
I saw the lights go down

Sliding out the back and down the alley
Just in front of the underworld king
Said, that's one way to clear the room, brother
You didn't even see them come in
Well, he knew all along that the heat was coming
When the lights go dim, makes your chances look slim
"Now where would you care to dine?"