| (Paul Kelly & Chris Langman)
There's a place that I know
There's a place I can go
Without a sound, without a trace
Walking through the twisted town
Walking just above the ground
And no one seems to know my face
Soon I come into the hum of Forbidden Street
I love the trash on Forbidden Street
I love the trash, it smells so sweet
You've seen the best, now see the rest
Here below in the land of stealth
Far away from a land called health
Intrigue is all I breathe
Thy will be done, thy kingdom come, on Forbidden Street
I see the bright sky
I hear the music
I watch you sleeping
I love your bruises
Have you heard, they're moving in?
Those who weigh and measure sin
They study crimes, they give them names
The lights are on in Forbidden Street
Everybody's gone
There's no one there left to meet
The rusted horns, the broken drums, on Forbidden Street
Forbidden Street
Forbidden Street
Forbidden Street
Forbidden Street
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