Night's Song

Stumble on to the pavement; they're strapped tight to bed

They've got a fetish for sheep straitjacket sheets

But I've got Randy Newman in my head

This is no corn-fed day it's gloomy blue and cold

So let the muggings occur I feel secure

They say that I'm peculiar

But oh I don't know I don't care

I’ll be waiting for you there

Crave this chill bathe in black

All the ghouls and fiends attack

Knees go weak and I swoon underneath the pallet moon

Praise the night and praise the night

The only time I feel alright

Under the sun gods stare I wince and blossom hives

Counting the fractions of day rotting away

As businessmen just drink away their eyes

But when the stars once shy come bloom and blanket earth

I feel beloved and blessed quite Byron-esque

The need to just get off my chest that oh

I don't know I don't care

I'll be waiting for you there

Crave this chill bathe in black

All the ghouls and fiends attack

Eyes erupt and I swoon underneath the pallet moon

Praise the night and praise the night

The only time I feel alright

I don't know I don't care

I'll be waiting for you there

Crave this chill bathe in black

All the ghouls and fiends attack

Head combusts and I swoon underneath the pallet moon

Praise the night and praise the night

The only time I feel alright