Tell me where you've been to

Point me to the door

I've seen you around

But I really can't be sure

And all the hatchet men

Are busy climbing up the wall

Banging on the window

Tearing down the hall

And the last chance girl

In a first dance swirl

Leans her head down

On the wooden floor

Won't be dancing anymore

And where do they go

When the thrills have gone

And the last song

Plays down at babylon

Five hundred kids shout

What's the deal

It's a very confusing way to feel

The radio is silent except

For wicked bands

Sounding like the last one

Always in demand

And now the city is off

Limits to everyone in blue

Nothing's getting in there

No one's getting through

And it's no surprise

When the last light dies

And the girl upon

The wooden floor

Won't be dancing anymore

And where do they go

When the thrills have gone

And the last song plays

Down at babylon

Five hundred kids shout

What's the deal

It's a very confusing way to feel