Lyrics
There's a man looking blank into the wall
Older, colder and mumbling
Looking over his shoulder
Until the break of dawn
His eyes will not close
All the days are the same getting down
At the bar and he's mumbling
About the war and the lost ones
Until the break of dawn
And where are his loved ones
Oh baby, it oh so cold in this place
Oh, maybe it all so close to the bitter end
Oh, maybe it all just burns like a living hell
I'm all alone and here comes the dawn
Hearing boots walking into the bar
Four men dragging their boxes
People stare and smell troubles
Until the break of dawn
The four men will go
Oh baby, it oh so cold in this place
Oh, maybe it all so close to the bitter end
Oh, maybe it all just burns like a living hell
I'm all alone and here comes the dawn
And the four men start to open every case
And people wonder
When they pull out their instruments and play
Dear people, we're the guitar gangsters and
We're here to join you
And ease the pain you're in
Now listen
Hearing boots walking out of the bar
Four men dragging their boxes
People smile and they're roaring
Until the break of dawn
A new day is born
Oh baby, it oh so cold in this place
Oh, maybe it all so close to the bitter end
Oh, maybe it all just burns like a living hell
I'm all alone and here comes the dawn
Dear people, we are the guitar gangsters and
We're here to join you
And ease the pain you're in
Now listen
Dear ladies and gentlemen
We thank you for your kindness
We're on the road again, forever
