The Sun Goes Down, the Streets Are Black - Timid Tiger

Funky box and deadly beats

We got too many gangs around the streets

We got sunshine and deadly heat

We got free-roamin' kids singin' trick or treat

We got bad boys and poisoned rats

We got too many rappers with baseball bats

We got old records and hot cassettes

We got a charity service for the living dead

We got a fine line and a deadly plot

We got half-dead bodies in a parking lot

We got strange eyes and hungry hearts

And a cloud full of flies and a coal black art

Got sold out long ago

But the crowd keeps pushin' to the overload

We got skyscrapers in the slums

We got the filthy rich and the beggin' ones

The sun goes down, the streets are black

And I can’t hide this thought I have

Something strange is goin' round

Yeah I can feel it coming

Radios on repeat

Got a bollywood blues and a bhangra beat

We got local trains overflowing

Got a government dog busy whistle blowing

Got pipedreams and broken thoughts

Caus' she likes it cool and he likes it hot

Got traffic jams and holy cows

Got lovers on the street chasin' the sundown

We got rattle snakes and monkey biz

We got dark black boroughs in a cold abyss

We got poets killin' crazy rhymes

On chairs on streets tryin' to make a dime

Got hand-me-down boys and whores

This grace is a bit of a dinosaur

We got heavy rain and a dusty wind

It’s been a while but I’m still not used to the spin

The sun goes down, the streets are black

And I can’t hide this thought I have

Something strange is goin' round

Yeah I can feel it coming