DESCRIPTION:
Rock & Rolling rustlers, Bank snatch in the summer
Holing out with hustlers, waiting for the heat to go down
The addicts of the freeways, the itchy feet thru Autumn
They sell their blood in Istanbul, find the real cold Turkey go dowm.

& they fell into the strange
Bent double for a fistful of change
They fell into the strange, into the strange

Colour photo cruisers, telephone losers, sniffing up
Their wages thru the pages of the latest review
Taking tips from waiters, making trips to Nassau
Lying low in freighters, looking out for nothing to do

& they fell into the strange
Bent double for a fistful of change
They fell into the strange, into the strange

Its strange to be stoned in this urban dilemma
And still have some concept of whats going on
Well end up in gutters, or on marble altars
Either way monuments to whats going wrong
And its strange, so strange.