No One Leaves This Discotheque Alive Lyrics

I am the hound of London Town
Where the sheets are stained with gold
And every morning when the sun comes up
I'm on ceiling patrol

Hanging on by a burning thread
Never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque alive

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la

Love is born in a perfect storm
At least that's what I'm told
A man weeps, a woman yawns
In the strip-light afterglow

Hanging on by a burning thread
Never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque alive

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la

Bartеnder fix me a drink
I nevеr liked before
Point me at the ATM
I wish to overdraw

Hanging on by a burning thread
Never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque... alive

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la (No one leaves)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la (This discotheque alive)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la (No one leaves)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la (No one leaves), la-la-la-la-la (This discotheque)
La-la-la-la-la (Alive)