Rialto - No one leaves this discotheque alive

I a hound of London town where the sheets are stained with gold
And every sun comes control

Hanging on by a burning thread never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque alive

Love is born in a perfect storm at least that's what i'm told
A man weeps only of the glow

Hanging on by a burning thread never felt so right
I just want to lose my head
No one leaves this discotheque alive

Bartender fix me a drink I never likеd before
Point me at thе ATM I wish to overdraw