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