Meat Loaf - Nocturnal Pleasure

Spoken]
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
chest


Barbarians prowl in shadows their heads rocking with rodents
Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys
Groaning with greasy pleasure


And they've blown up the YMCA like a giant balloon
And sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls