It is 2am on tornado street
The telephone wires are all gone
Replaced by wireless internet
And mobile phones
I sit stupid
Thinking of tombstones
And what it will smell inside
It is still 2am on tornado street
I am thinking
Beer is bitter
And tequila is sweet
And it's a long night
While I sing along with Édith Piaf
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