Let me tell you about a four-walled, sleazy, sunk speak-easy
Low below the thieves and streets
Welcoming you into a four floor descent

Where even good boys need rent
Toothpaste for their yellow teeth
Because the days pass quickly, high above me

It's night forever where I dry
And the bar's too busy to get you dizzy
And everybody talks in cries


Because they know no better
When the weather never strikes a conversation here

We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar
Where they hold the wickedest so dear


Are you scared of what these four walls could say?
If they could speak, would they?
Blow for blow, they'll sell you out

In an Italian accent, laced with intent
Patience is the virtue now
Because the days pass quickly high above me

I'm doomed forever where I sit
And the barmaid's quiz me, please forgive me
For slurring all my alibis, for slurring all my alibis


Because they know no better
When the weather, never strikes a conversation here

We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar
Where they hold the wickedest so dear


Where they honour and they drink and they fear
Dear, they're not looking for your sympathy here
Where they drink just to drown what's inside

Dear, they swear the destination's the ride

Because they know no better

When the weather never strikes a conversation here
We're down in Satan's cellar, Satan's cellar
Where they hold the wickedest so dear

You know the fortune teller
Reaks of leather - he stole your wallet, now he knows your name
Yeah, he's a future seller: not too clever

Cause he worships at the cistern here