Late Disco

Litter city late disco
All I really wanted to know
If I was gonna leave you some gold
Lady would you take me home?
I lost my way back there
Hope you never though I was a monster
But I am
My cubs won’t know
The four that we follow
We’re calling it the fall
This time and always
Park’s new but the ride is old
There goes a broken load
Don’t see nothing to lose
Oh choose me
For a pile of gold
I lost my way back there
Hope you never thought I was a monster
But I am
We’re calling it the fall
This time and always
The culture of the vulture
The culture of the vulture
The culture of the vulture
The culture of the vulture
My cubs won’t know
The four that we follow
Falling old leaves
From snow flakes stars
And skies from roofs and lights
We’re calling it the fall
This time and always
We’re calling it the fall
This time and always