SINNERS OF ST. AVENUE

THIS IS THE END AND THE LAST OF THE UNSTOPPABLES
THE DUSK OF THE DAY, THE 24TH HOUR OF YOU AND OF ME
NO MORE KINGS, NO MORE QUEENS, NO MORE JAMES DEANIAN DREAMS,
NO MORE DEFIANCE OR DYLANESQUE REBELS
AIN'T NO FISTS FULL OF FURY, AIN'T NO LAST MAN BE STANDING
THEY'VE ALL BEEN, THEY'VE ALL BEEN BETRAYED

AVENUE, AVENUE, WE WERE LOVERS OF ST. AVENUE
AVENUE, AVENUE, WE WERE FIGHTERS OF ST. AVENUE
AVENUE, AVENUE, WE WERE LOSERS OF ST. AVENUE
AVENUE, AVENUE, WE WERE SINNERS OF ST. AVENUE

HERE IS THE EVE OF THE 2ND CLASS FADE AWAYS
THE BOULEVARD IS GONE, THE IRRELEVANCE HAS ROADED ITS TOLL
NO UTOPIAN HOPE, NO MORE NIEVE, NO MORE SOUL,
NO MORE SEEING THROUGH ROSE COLOURED GLASSES
WHERE”S YOUR FISTS FULL OF FURY, WHERE”S THE LAST MAN THAT’S STANDING
WE'VE ALL BEEN, WE'VE ALL BEEN BETRAYED

AVENUE, AVENUE, WE WERE LOVERS OF ST. AVENUE
AVENUE, AVENUE, WE WERE FIGHTERS OF ST. AVENUE
AVENUE, AVENUE, WE WERE LOSERS OF ST. AVENUE
AVENUE, AVENUE, WE WERE SINNERS OF ST. AVENUE

WE ARE YOUR FRIDAY NIGHT WORKING CLASS ZEROES
WE ARE THE PORCELAIN POETS HUNGOVER ON MIDDLE CLASS BLUES
AND AS THE BILLBOARDED UNIVERSE FLASHED OUT HOW ARE LIVES COULD BE BEAUTIFUL
WE SOMEHOW, WE SOMEWHERE, WE SIMPLY GAVE IT AWAY
I SOLD IT AWAY

WE WERE LOVERS, WE WERE FIGHTERS WE WERE LOSERS
WE WERE LOVERS, WE WERE FIGHTERS WE WERE LOSERS
WE WERE LOVERS, WE WERE FIGHTERS WE WERE LOSERS
WE WERE SINNERS OF ST. AVENUE
WE WERE LOVERS, WE WERE FIGHTERS WE WERE LOSERS
WE WERE SINNERS OF ST. AVENUE,
SINNERS OF ST.AVENUE
SINNERS OF ST.AVENUE