Club Down Songtext
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
The schoolyard reeks of sewage
Broken pipes, broken promise, the thin man staggers lucid
For this time of night, drying vomit dangles from the beard
Step, mumble, shuffle, trip, but the trajectory is clear
He's headed for the covered steps
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
The schoolyard reeks of sewage
Broken pipes, broken promise, the thin man staggers lucid
For this time of night, drying vomit dangles from the beard
Step, mumble, shuffle, trip, but the trajectory is clear
He's headed for the covered steps
Tut, tut, it looks like rain
He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey
That, or his favorite film, Gene Kelly leaping Technicolor through the fray
And feeling glorious, the story is an allegory for his days
But, night is coming now, vials snap
Aluminum sounds, fibers slap
As drops descend on tall cans
It's all hands on deck to chase the pain away
Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product
The money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic
The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settling
Precious metals are mined and a million minds have been meddling with time
In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck
Golden goose from a fairy tale, shittin' Faberge eggs
Here snitches shit bricks, then quick to talk Pig Latin
That black dart too slick for that kid tappin' a window while looking over his shoulder
Stop lookin' over your shoulder
You're never caught from behind as long as you keep movin' forward
They long for the sleep like they mortal
Be zombies, but they got this portal In their minds and the molecules get rewired
Every trip they takin' through time
And they trippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting
The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting
The feeling of guns peeling like bells in a telltale reeling
Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling
Is black from the smoke that's rising, the scent is just so enticing
The scent is a small price for the right to live out your vices
Now
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
And every night after the club it goes down
Plenty, plenty, more rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground
On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out
To a dozen pairs of hands pulling bottles from they mouths
Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out
In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound
It's the city and the city and you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangster
Bitch, what you know about that, don't act like a newbie
New D boys get jacked, what you need is a New Jack Swing
And a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie
Harmony's cruelly high when it's on his step
Stepped on dope is a safety net and the door fiends cry but they don't regret
Everyone get high, go out 'til they
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Why you fightin' all the shit that make the world go round
World go round, world, world go round
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
It's the city and the city and you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangster
Got the 20s and the 50s wrapped up [?] 1s
Two for 20, five for 50, you could move a couple tons
You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs
But, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun
With that gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangster
He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey
That, or his favorite film, Gene Kelly leaping Technicolor through the fray
And feeling glorious, the story is an allegory for his days
But, night is coming now, vials snap
Aluminum sounds, fibers slap
As drops descend on tall cans
It's all hands on deck to chase the pain away
Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product
The money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic
The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settling
Precious metals are mined and a million minds have been meddling with time
In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck
Golden goose from a fairy tale, shittin' Faberge eggs
Here snitches shit bricks, then quick to talk Pig Latin
That black dart too slick for that kid tappin' a window while looking over his shoulder
Stop lookin' over your shoulder
You're never caught from behind as long as you keep movin' forward
They long for the sleep like they mortal
Be zombies, but they got this portal In their minds and the molecules get rewired
Every trip they takin' through time
And they trippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting
The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting
The feeling of guns peeling like bells in a telltale reeling
Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling
Is black from the smoke that's rising, the scent is just so enticing
The scent is a small price for the right to live out your vices
Now
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
And every night after the club it goes down
Plenty, plenty, more rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground
On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out
To a dozen pairs of hands pulling bottles from they mouths
Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out
In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound
It's the city and the city and you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangster
Bitch, what you know about that, don't act like a newbie
New D boys get jacked, what you need is a New Jack Swing
And a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie
Harmony's cruelly high when it's on his step
Stepped on dope is a safety net and the door fiends cry but they don't regret
Everyone get high, go out 'til they
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Why you fightin' all the shit that make the world go round
World go round, world, world go round
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
It's the city and the city and you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangster
Got the 20s and the 50s wrapped up [?] 1s
Two for 20, five for 50, you could move a couple tons
You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs
But, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun
With that gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangster
