Backstreet Loner

I lit another cigarette She did a little pirouette No friend of mine – a dollar’s fine A cruel world when you cross this line The masquerade is over The mask – it fades away Like a backstreet loner No need to be afraid In Johnny Nofinger’s bar I travelled so far I’ve been to all those places Just a shot on the bar A cheap cigar And all the dead-eyed faces Hold down the fever Don’t you cross the line Hold down the fever Stop yourself in time Never step on the ride Just take my advice I’ve suffered all the seasons Feel it coming again I paid the price There’s no rhyme, no reason Hold down the fever Don’t you cross the line Hold down the fever Stop yourself in time When masquerades are over The show will fade away You’ll be a backstreet loner You better be afraid Hold down the fever Don’t you cross the line Hold down the fever Stop yourself in time Hold down the fever Don’t you cross the line Hold down the fever Stop yourself in time