The Score

Oh I
 Rented a motorbike
 And all night
 I had the Fear...
 But onward,
 Oh how the terrifying choice
 was clear
 So white!
 The moon was a wicked sight
 His cruel wife
 Had cut off an ear
 When the fog cleared
 I heard the voices of a million cheer
 This time
 The pleasure's all mine
 I've got your number
 I know the score
 I'd be a hopeless romantic
 But for the fortune I made
 in gold
 My heart bent
 Towards the circus tent
 A man in red
 Beckoned me near
 In his wild eyes
 I saw the faces of a million cheer
 He said,
 "This time,
 The pleasure's all mine
 I've got your number
 I know the score
 And you and
 your hopeless romantics
 Will wipe the highway I pave
 in gold..."
 In his wild eyes,
 Oh how the terrifying choice
 was clear
 This time...
 oh the pleasure is all mine
 I've got your number
 I know the score
 And I'd be
 a hopeless romantic...
 but for the fortune I made
 The fortune I made
 The fortune I made
 in gold.