Lose the Baby

The night sits upon a golden sun [also could be 'The knight'..?]
With a noose in a bag
Says 'listen boy you better run, run run'
Down on the street they're gonna steal a car
With cold lips, blue heart
Better lose the baby or we wont get far
And if you think that it cuts me up
I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really
Cut you up
And if you think that it gets me down
I'm gonna gather all my strength and really
Drag you under
Here comes the drummer with the golden arm
He's got a noose in a bag
He wants to hang it on the singer with the golden lung
She's singing 'you are sunglasses and I'm white light'
Out on a moonless ocean you sing
'Be-Bop-A-Lula baby that's alright'
And if you think that it cuts me up
I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really
Cut you up
And if you think that it gets me down
I'm gonna gather all my strength and really
Drag you under
Down on the beach they're all covered in sun
A cold heart, hot action
Five foot doll and a seven foot bruiser
Back on the street they're still painted blue
And wishing on a star
Better lose the baby or we wont get far
And if you think that it cuts me up
I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really
Cut you up
And if you think that it gets me down
I'm gonna gather all my strength and really
Drag you under