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Lyrics
[Verse]
Cigarette smoke in the alley's haze
The moon’s a witness to my wicked ways
Steel-tipped boots on the cobblestone beat
A shadow's rhythm in the city's heat
[Chorus]
Born in the gutter where the stories are told
Blood on my knuckles and a heart of cold
The night whispers secrets the streets can't refuse
Living my life in the Shadow Alley Blues
[Verse 2]
Whiskey burns like the sins I bear
The devil smiles
Says he don't care
Dice roll heavy
Luck’s got a price
This game’s my prayer
My sacrifice
[Bridge]
Streetlights flicker like a warning sign
My soul's in debt
But the night is mine
Echoes of laughter
They cut like a knife
The blues ain't music
It's a way of life
[Chorus]
Born in the gutter where the stories are told
Blood on my knuckles and a heart of cold
The night whispers secrets the streets can't refuse
Living my life in the Shadow Alley Blues
[Verse 3]
The preacher talks of a path to light
But shadows keep calling in the dead of night
The sirens wail
But they’re out of tune
I’ll face my reckoning under the moon
Details
GeneratedJun 25, 2025
Duration3:17
LanguageGerman
Style
male vocals, gritty, raw instrumentation, blues, moody
Credits
Prompt by
Angels
AngelsModelAria v4
Prompt
blues, gangster
