Neon signs flicker their wares
The rains have drenched the streets
A damp heart still beats
Like clockwork the last tram brings
Them home—Samson and his saxophone
A rickety flight of stairs in a dank back alley
Leads to his dilapidated attic room
A bed stained with cheap liquor
That has washed away their youth
Samson and his saxophone
So many Samsons die every day
Killed in a quiet corner of a shiny hotel
This busy metropolis puts an end
To so many songs even before they’re sung
There had been a Delilah too
A bliss that was over too soon
Someone stole her away
From Samson and his saxophone
His crucified savior stuck on a torn calendar
Samson too finds himself sentenced
To a lifetime of churning out
The same old film songs
So many Samsons die every day
Killed in a quiet corner of a shiny hotel
This busy metropolis puts an end
To so many songs even before they’re sung
Delilah isn’t coming back
To save him from this hell
They’ll rot in the corners of
This shiny five-star hotel
Samson and his friend, the saxophone
Countless melodies trapped in those old lungs
That none will ever hear
But the weary moon waking up from its
Slumber to that old saxophone
Baring it’s heart out in pain
So many Samsons die every day
Killed in a quiet corner of a shiny hotel
This busy metropolis puts an end
To so many songs even before they’re sung
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