Adam ant

There they go the buccaneers

Hand and hand in leather glove
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love


Bright lights, black leather
Bright lights, black leather


Some towns make me anxious
Others sane but sad

But west berlin's by far the strangest time
I ever had


All night town of punks and art
All saying look at me
Never seen so much black leather

Even on car hoods
Surrounded by east germany
So


They want to know just who you are
Or how they can amuse you

Squatters freaks mohicans
Or even a wall of voodoo


If I had to sum it up
Without sounding too clever
I'd have to say my life has been

A case of bright lights
Black leather