I lit another cigarette
She did a little pirouette
No friend of mine - a dollar´s fine
A cruel world - when you cross this line

The masquerade is over
The mask - it fades away
Like a backstreet loner
No need to be afraid

In Johnny Nofinger´s bar
I travelled so far
I´ve been to all those places

Just a shot on the bar
A cheap cigar
And all the dead-eyed faces

Hold down the fever
Don´t you cross the line
Hold down the fever
Stop yourself in time

Never step on the ride
Just take my advice
I´ve suffered all the seasons

Feel it coming again
I paid the price
There´s no rhyme - no reason

When masquerades are over
The show will fade away
You´ll be a backstreet loner
You better be afraid