Screams – Blue Oyster Cult

Heat, broken glass, Satan’s bred trash

Big city madness, comfort my soul
Give me a home where I can grow
String of bright lights running up to the sky
Throughout the hot night, the cars racing by
You know they all see, but most of them pass
She drives by my wares, don’t hide in your glass wheel

Screams in the night, sirens delight
Heat, broken glass, Satan’s bred trash

Big city madness, comfort my soul
Give me a home where I can grow
Sounds of guitars fill up the night


Lyric Screams – Blue Oyster Cult