NOCTURNAL PLEASURE
Jim Steinman: Voice
Larry Fast: Synthesizers
  NOCTURNAL PLEASURE

The entire city is burning
Look—you can see the flames
Like the inside of a mad jukebox

Lost boys stalk the streets
With those jungle markings on their chests

Barbarians prowl in shadows
Their heads rocking the rodents

Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys
Groanin' with greasy pleasure

And they's blown up the YMCA
Like a giant balloon
And send it out to sea
Full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls