When the day is done and there's nowhere to run
And the people of the city have all lost and won
In your city dress you stand awry
And you fire up a great big bowl and smoke it dry
And the light that shines
Paints a trace of sadness
On the street I wait
But I can't seem to get to you.

Well, you start to perspire, check your clothes dryer
'Cos he's hedging a bet, you can't afford to be wet
So you move along where it's going on
And the people of the night are playing 'till the dawn
And the sun that shines
Paints a trace of sadness
In your eyes that cry
Wishing and hoping
Oh...

[Chorus:]
Sweat, sweat is the night
Now you are fucking hot
Bright, bright were the days
They look like Mott's
Sweat, sweat is the night
Now you fucking reek!

Well you ran out of Sure and you'e now impure
And your pits are dripping wet
And the tears that fall on the city wall
Will fade away with the rays of morning light that shines
Paints a frown across your ugly face
I know
Everything is all wrong
All wrong...

Sweat, sweat is the night
Now you are fucking hot
Bright, bright were the days
They look like Mott's
Sweat, sweat is the night
Now you fucking reek!