Cheap Thrills by Killing Time Lyrics

Sleaze, hate, the city never sleeps
The feeling of danger to never miss a beat
The thought of violence, the pleasure that it hides
Ever sick thought enough to turn and make you die
In the shadows, there seems to be no hope
In this world, it's hard to cope
Every cheap thrill catered by a smiling face
Trapped in your own world you're safe

It's hard to live a life with a back you cannot turn
A life of the streets, at school you didn't learn
Everything haunts you hidden from your sight
At the end of the tunnel there's no light