Behind The Door
These Are They
Fading lights, dim the clock-tower face
Evening trains cloak the night with filthy air
To the levee, gunners steel, cold and blue
Insane killers, for tonight we are loose
What's behind the door?
Do we see the mystery?
Do we feel the welcoming?
What's behind the door?
Cheap women, flowing wine
Four Deuces, where devils lie
Roaring gunfire, smashing mirrors, patrons flee
Armed with shadows, gunmen play with deadly means
Trapdoor victims, you are now marked for death
A vengeance rising, slicing you from your breath
What's behind the door?
Do we see the mystery?
Do we feel the welcoming?
What's behind the door?
Cheap women, flowing wine
Four Deuces, where devils lie
Four floors of sin, the pleasures of the flesh
Set aside you conscience, partake with out a shame
Choose you poison, satisfy the crave
A game of chance or the company of a whore
Night work terror, calling forth patrons souls
Grieving widows cry of death amidst the blood
Poison flowers, tears of sweat from her eyes
Rushed away in the night they die
What's behind the door?
Do we see the mystery?
Do we feel the welcoming?
What's behind the door?
Cheap women, flowing wine
Four Deuces, where devils lie