Lyrics

THE DRAGON DANCES ON DIVISION STREET
JANGLING HIS COINS LIKE THE BELLS ON HIS FEET
AND HIS SMILE GROWS WIDE AS HE SHARPENS HIS TEETH
IN A WORLD NOT SO FAR AWAY

THE BENT AND THE TWISTED, THEY CALL THIS HOME
THEY TURN UP IN DROVES, BUT STILL WALK ALONE
AND THEY LIVE BY A SABRE THAT CUTS TO THE BONE
AND DRIVES THEM TO THEIR KNEES
DOWN ON DIVISION STREET

THE MATCH AND THE BOTTLE CAP ARE TOOLS OF THE TRADE
DEVISING THE POTION FROM WHICH MADNESS IS MADE
AND THESE SOULS OF THE CITY STILL LONG TO BE SAVED
AND MAKE THEIR LIVES COMPLETE

THEY WEAVE INTO THE FABRIC OF THE EVERYDAY
OF BEGGARS AND THIEVES AND PATRON SAINTS
AND THE BLIND MAN STUMBLES AS HE TURNS AWAY
HE'S TRYING TO TAKE HIS SEAT
DOWN ON DIVISION STREET

GO DARE TO MENTION THAT GOOD NIGHT
AND RAGE AGAINST THE DYING LIGHT
I WON'T FORGET TO HIDE THE KNIFE
SOMEONE IS NIPPING AT OURS HEALS

YOU CAN ADD, SUBTRACT OR YOU CAN MULTIPLY,
BUT BEAUTY IS STILL IN THE BEHOLDER'S EYE
SO GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE
OR YOU JUST CAN'T TAKE THE HEAT
DOWN ON DIVISION, DOWN ON DIVISION STREET
DOWN ON DIVISION STREET