Nocturnal Pleasure

The entire city is burning 
You can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox 
Lost boys stalk the streets with those jungle markings on their chests 
Barbarians prowl in shadows, their heads rocking with rodents 
Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys groaning with greasy pleasure 
And they've blown up the YWCA like a giant balloon 
And sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls