Disclaimer:  just for fun.

The moon cuts like a scythe across the belly of the sky and if
you think it's just a one off then you're living in a myth:
because there's rotted teeth a' chattering here;
the cops won't do their battling here;
the Devil's chains are rattling here on Empty Heart & Fifth.

The neons spill out red and all the streetlamps here are dead and if
you think it's just an oddity, you're dancing with a myth:
because the party wall is thinner here;
the cops won't catch a sinner here;
the Devil eats his dinner here on Empty Heart & Fifth.

The storm drains spit and hiss and blow a bitter, boiling kiss and if
you think it's just the sewerage, you're swallowing a myth:
because there's weak spots in the flooring here;
the cops won't stick their oar in here;
the Devil does his whoring here on Empty Heart & Fifth.

The dreams are born deformed and all the prayers cheaply pawned and if
you think it's just unlucky then you're sleeping with a myth:
because you're probly gonna catch it here;
the cops have gone to rat shit here;
the Devil swings his hatchet here on Empty Heart & Fifth.