The Score

Oh I
Rented a motorbike
And all night
I had the Fear...
But onward,
Oh how the terrifying choice
Was clear

So white!
The moon was a wicked sight
His cruel wife
Had cut off an ear
When the fog cleared
I heard the voices of a million cheer

This time
The pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
I'd be a hopeless romantic
But for the fortune I made
In gold

My heart bent
Towards the circus tent
A man in red
Beckoned me near
In his wild eyes
I saw the faces of a million cheer

He said,
"This time,
The pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
And you and
Your hopeless romantics
Will wipe the highway I pave
In gold..."

In his wild eyes,
Oh how the terrifying choice
Was clear

This time...
Oh the pleasure is all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
And I'd be
A hopeless romantic...
But for the fortune I made
The fortune I made
The fortune I made
In gold.