The Rebel Saints - Wrong Side Of Town

Big city, bright lights
I had just arrived in town
Meeting up with this lady
I was ready to double down

I had seen her photograph
And I had heard her voice
Night after night on the phone

There she was standing
Right in front of me, yea
Black lace fancy dress
She was eyeing my tattered jeans

I was hardly introduced
Before I was excused
Woman left me high and dry

Howling at the moonlight
Left out in the streets
Running through the night
Midnight city beat
It's quarter past one
The night is still young
Just gotta get outta here
I am on the wrong side of town

A whole lotta etiquette
And a grain of hypocrisy, yea
Weighing words on a golden scale
I said that just aint me

I didn't come to impress
And now I am looking for egress
I gotta get outta here

Howling at the moonlight
Left out in the streets
Running through the night
Midnight city beat
It's quarter past one
The night is still young
I gotta get outta here
I am on the wrong side of town
I am on the wrong side of town
I gotta get outta here

Howling at the moonlight
Left out in the streets
Running through the night
Midnight city beat
It's quarter past one
The night is still young
I gotta get outta here
I am on the wrong side of town

I am running through the night
It's quarter past one
The night is still young
I gotta get outta here

Written by:
Ola Berg, Thomas Anderberg

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