Derelict laying on a bust stop bench
New moon shining like a crescent wrench
Dead leaves blowing in the gutter wind
Tabloids singing politicians’ sins
They come as they are
They come as they want to be
Come out and wait for the 21st century
Cadillac sliding up and down the strip
Polly’s gone out in her coat and slip
Streetlight circles nobody walks through
The liquor store’s closed and Polly is too
They come as they are
They come as they want to be
Come out and wait for the 21st century
Betty and Sam run home in the dark
Break some bottles, get it on in the park
Wild dogs run the alleys in packs
Old man carries his house on his back
They come as they are
They come as they want to be
Come out and wait for the 21st century
Betty and Sam snack on Nietzche’s head
Polly takes a pill and goes back to bed
Cadillac breaks the streetlight down
Darkness falls all over the town
They come as they are
They come as they want to be
Come out and wait for the 21st century
