Even ships of the night

Send out the alarm

My face is turning white

In case of emergency

I wonder if I might slow down rest up



I'd like to get away

If my doctor lets me

Here in my waiting room

I'm pacing nervously

But I'm no give-away

Deep down messed up

Hit town dressed up

To the nines, to the nines, to the nines, to the nines



Some people pop a pill, when they feel exposed

Long as I'm dressed to kill

I'll make sure no-one knows

Disguised in fancy-dress

Deep down, messed up

Hit town dressed up

To the nines, to the nines, to the nines, my disguise



(mind your step)



Deep down, messed up

Hit town dressed up

To the nines, to the nines, to the nines, to the nines

To the nines, to the nines, to the nines, my disguise