Your Latest Trick
Dire Straits Lyrics

All the late night bargains have been struck
All of the deals for the night have already been made

Between the satin beaus and their belles
Between the wealthy lovers, who are dressed in expensive satin clothing

Prehistoric garbage trucks
The noisy, old garbage trucks

Have the city to themselves
The city is now empty and quiet, except for the garbage trucks

Echoes roars dinosaurs
The echoes of the past, like the roars of dinosaurs

They're all doing the monster mash
The past seems to be alive, like they're all doing the popular dance 'Monster Mash'

And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Most of the taxis and prostitutes are only available for cash transactions

Are only taking calls for cash
They are only interested in cash transactions

I don't know how it happened
I am not sure how it all unfolded

It all took place so quick
It all happened very fast

But all I can do is hand it to you
All I can do is give you credit for your actions

And your latest trick
And your latest accomplishment

Well now my door was standing open
My door was unlocked and unguarded

Security were laid back and lax
The security was careless and not strict

But it was only my heart that got broken
It was only my emotions that got hurt

You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You must have had a key made specifically to unlock my door

You played robbery with insolence
You played the role of a robber with arrogance and disrespect

And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
And I played sad music on my guitar in a street named Lover's Lane

And you never did have the intelligence to use
You never had the intelligence to take advantage of

The twelve keys hanging off from my chain
The twelve keys that were hanging from my chain

Now it's past last call for alcohol
The time for drinking alcohol has ended

Past recall has been here and gone
The time for remembering things has passed

The landlord he finally paid us all
The landlord finally paid us all our money

The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
The satin wearing jazz musicians have stopped playing their instruments

And we're standing outside of this wonderland
We are standing outside of a magical place

Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Appearing very sad and hopeless

Like a bowery bum when he finally understands
Like a poor man in the street who finally realizes

The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
The bottle is empty and there is no more alcohol left

It was faster than the eye could flick
It was faster than the eye could see