Leather
Street
We
case this night, we do the dance
at
midnight and beyond, scrape our hands
along
the brick and spin, our collars up,
looking
for the dark man who might pop out
from
anywhere to say: FUCKER! MOTHERFUCKER!
How
you get here -- get here?
This
is Leather Street and Switchblade Alley!
This
is you and me and us and them.
This
is bullets, hey -- and hard love,
against
a wall, inside a broken building.
Hard
love, like a spike, a diamond.
And
all I know is night and you,
your
gypsy taste of cigarettes and mescal,
your
salsa tongue.
We
case this night, we do the dance,
our
footsteps click and clicking
down
Leather Street, down Switchblade Alley:
Leather
boys who sass the universe,
leather
girls who pout and follow,
slip
our hands inside each others pockets,
tender
flesh inside black leather.
Leather
boys and girls, switchblade love
and
breaking windows, nomad rock and roll.
And
all I know is night and you,
the
promise of your legs and arms.
Oh
yes, we case this night, we dance,
a
pack of taptoe wolves,
a
pack of camels left between us,
the
pack of lies we tell ourselves,
the
lonely truths we know.
The
jangle of our chains and luck,
transistor
love, leather luck,
darlings
of the moonlight.
And
all I know is, all I know is you,
my
friends, my sons and daughters.
All
I know is night and you,
and
time that made me old
before
my time that made us dance
before
our time we danced
and
cased the night
to
find the coast was clear.
