| Song | Streets Come Alive |
| Artist | John Cale |
| Artist | Bob Neuwirth |
| Album | Last Day on Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cale, Neuwirth | |
| Desparation sets the clock, buried treasure, call the shots, family jewels in the vault, sleep safe at any cost. | |
| When the life begins to fade, snakes rattle in the cage, nasty creatures on the crawl, nothing dead as much at all. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Spot targets, pick and choose. | |
| Rage and pain are on the move. | |
| Fears, that's to play a part, sending daggers to the heart. | |
| Dream scenes, forgotten lives, nightmare noise and blinded eyes, crude smell and kerosene, broken glass and strangled dreams. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. [Blocked/Splashed] up your burning nose, politics step on your toes, day-break will bring you back, bright lights will make you crack. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| There are no guaranties after midnight. | |
| Eyes in the skies after midnight. | |
| Fire in the skies after midnight. |
| zuo qu : Cale, Neuwirth | |
| Desparation sets the clock, buried treasure, call the shots, family jewels in the vault, sleep safe at any cost. | |
| When the life begins to fade, snakes rattle in the cage, nasty creatures on the crawl, nothing dead as much at all. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Spot targets, pick and choose. | |
| Rage and pain are on the move. | |
| Fears, that' s to play a part, sending daggers to the heart. | |
| Dream scenes, forgotten lives, nightmare noise and blinded eyes, crude smell and kerosene, broken glass and strangled dreams. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. Blocked Splashed up your burning nose, politics step on your toes, daybreak will bring you back, bright lights will make you crack. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| There are no guaranties after midnight. | |
| Eyes in the skies after midnight. | |
| Fire in the skies after midnight. |
| zuò qǔ : Cale, Neuwirth | |
| Desparation sets the clock, buried treasure, call the shots, family jewels in the vault, sleep safe at any cost. | |
| When the life begins to fade, snakes rattle in the cage, nasty creatures on the crawl, nothing dead as much at all. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Spot targets, pick and choose. | |
| Rage and pain are on the move. | |
| Fears, that' s to play a part, sending daggers to the heart. | |
| Dream scenes, forgotten lives, nightmare noise and blinded eyes, crude smell and kerosene, broken glass and strangled dreams. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. Blocked Splashed up your burning nose, politics step on your toes, daybreak will bring you back, bright lights will make you crack. | |
| Streets come alive after midnight. | |
| There are no guaranties after midnight. | |
| Eyes in the skies after midnight. | |
| Fire in the skies after midnight. |