Adam Ant - Bright Lights Black Leather

Adam ant





There they go the buccaneers


Hand and hand in leather glove


So fast so crazy


With a creepy kind of love





Bright lightsblack leather


Bright lightsblack leather





Some towns make me anxious


Others sane but sad


But west berlin’s by far the strangest time


I ever had





All night town of punks and art


All saying look at me


Never seen so much black leather


Even on car hoods


Surrounded by east germany


So





They want to know just who you are


Or how they can amuse you


Squatters freaks mohicans


Or even a wall of voodoo





If I had to sum it up


Without sounding too clever


I’d have to say my life has been


A case of bright lights


Black leather