Night's Song

Stumble on to the pavement; theyre strapped tight to bed
Theyve got a fetish for sheep, straitjacket sheets
But Ive got Randy Newman in my head
This is no corn-fed day, its gloomy, blue, and cold
So let the muggings occur, I feel secure
They say that Im peculiar

But oh I dont know, I dont care
Ill 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 dont know I dont care
Ill 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