作词 : Ronnie Atkins/Ken Hammer 作曲 : Ronnie Atkins/Ken Hammer A roaring silence fills the city There's a sense of fear Only the stars are God's eyes And the moon glows so clear When your bets are off It's no pleasure cruise It takes all your guts To make it through Oh yeah Hear the cries of a woman A broken-hearted angle A shotgun rings out Set fire to the sky Lovers and gamblers Trying to make a score Lowlife adventures Crash a liquor store [Chorus] Nightmare in the neighbourhood Nasty little neighbours Nightmare in the neighbourhood Nightmare in the neighbourhood Nasty little neighbours Nightmare in the neighbourhood In the hour of darkness We're facing a moment of truth The world shows its anger Its pain and its lies Snowbirds and crackers Spaced out on **** Dance on the edge Of a six feet bungalow [Chorus] Trapped in this twisted place No one will hear your prayers it fills me with disgrace Got to get Got to get out of here There's a rumour on Main Street Some one shot the breeze A young kid had an O.D. In a shooting gallery [Chorus] I'm talking about neighbours
作词 : Ronnie Atkins/Ken Hammer 作曲 : Ronnie Atkins/Ken Hammer A roaring silence fills the city There's a sense of fear Only the stars are God's eyes And the moon glows so clear When your bets are off It's no pleasure cruise It takes all your guts To make it through Oh yeah Hear the cries of a woman A broken-hearted angle A shotgun rings out Set fire to the sky Lovers and gamblers Trying to make a score Lowlife adventures Crash a liquor store [Chorus] Nightmare in the neighbourhood Nasty little neighbours Nightmare in the neighbourhood Nightmare in the neighbourhood Nasty little neighbours Nightmare in the neighbourhood In the hour of darkness We're facing a moment of truth The world shows its anger Its pain and its lies Snowbirds and crackers Spaced out on **** Dance on the edge Of a six feet bungalow [Chorus] Trapped in this twisted place No one will hear your prayers it fills me with disgrace Got to get Got to get out of here There's a rumour on Main Street Some one shot the breeze A young kid had an O.D. In a shooting gallery [Chorus] I'm talking about neighbours
