Rain-Streaked Doors
(hmmmm) Raindrops bleed down the leaded glass
Streetlamps flicker as the shadows pass
Another long night on a cold beat
Chasing ghosts down a dead-end street
The city's got a secret it's dying to keep
And nobody here ever gets to sleep
Under the slick-black pavement glare
There's a heavy silence hanging in the air
Just a badge, a gun,
and a trail grown cold
Paying the price for the lies they sold
Footsteps echo on the wet concrete
Smell of cheap gin and sour defeat
A scrap of paper,
a broken lock
Racing against a ticking clock
They think they can sweep it under the rug But I'm pulling
the thread, giving a tug (yeah)
Under the slick-black pavement glare
There's a heavy silence hanging in the air
Just a badge, a gun,
and a trail grown cold
Paying the price for the lies they sold
Just another night... (ahhhh)