Текст Old 97’s – Niteclub

Eighteen-hundred miles from this old nightclub
A girl is turning 22 today
How am I supposed to entertain you?
My fingertips are worthless when my mind’s so far away

Eighteen-hundred miles from Manhattan
The nightclub yawns and opens up it’s doors
Thank God that I don’t have to pay the cover
‘Cause every night I’m broker than I was the night before

Yeah, this old niteclub stole my youth
This old niteclub stole my true love
It follows me around from town to town
I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down
I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down, three four

Telephones make strangers out of lovers
Whiskey makes the strangers all look good
Well my angel of the morning is in mourning
My life was misspent, don’t let me be misunderstood

And this old niteclub stole my youth
Yeah, this old niteclub stole my true love
It follows me around from town to town
I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down
Yeah, I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down
Yeah, I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down