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

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

No one leaves this discotheque alive
No one leaves this discotheque alive