Bright Lights Black Leather – Adam AntBy There they go the buccaneersHand and hand in leather gloveSo fast so crazyWith a creepy kind of loveBright lights, black leatherBright lights, black leatherSome towns make me anxiousOthers sane but sadBut West Berlin’s by far the strangest timeI ever hadAll night town of punks and artAll saying look at meNever seen so much black leatherEven on car hoodsSurrounded by East GermanySoThey want to know just who you areOr how they can amuse youSquatters freaks MohicansOr even a wall of voodooIf I had to sum it upWithout sounding too cleverI’d have to say my life has beenA case of bright lightsBlack leather www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20