The sun is out, I got no shades The moon in my pocket, I got it made Riding my bike for a free guitar Sweating in leather, my eye is the scar Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin She scratched me awake Must've been a bad dream Blood for a tear And a kiss for a scream Night clothes
Say a prayer for my sister Drink my coffee down The jukebox is blaring An old fashioned sound
The street kids are walking With books made of junk With words drinking on them Until they are drunk
Voices in echoes Stir into noise The soundtrack of chaos Girls beating boys Night clothes
I'm in my nightclothes Still from the night before Too many layers And I can't reach the floor
All the time floating On a bike made of wings Sweating and laughing As my lost angel sings
Deep in hells kitchen With hookers and saints Workers of metal And gypsies with paints
Spraying on people On city brick walls Who somehow can listen When euphoria calls
The world is a flood Of music and light Of day bleeding backwards In the folly of night
The city must be Where gods like to hang Their monkey hearts beat Like drums in the rain In my nightclothes
Here in my city I'm blessed and I'm cursed Not nearly the best But close to the worst
Blessed are the meek The rodents, the slaves For we are still close To exploding the graves
To dance here with death And music and light Through agony days And the freedom of night In my nightclothes
I'm in my nightclothes And the coffee is gone To move through the veins Of this old city's song
The laughter the music The tears are the words The melody suspended Like wires and birds
Floating and changing Resolved to be free The light that's in you Is in them and in me In my nightclothes
I'm in my nightclothes Still from the night before I'm in my nightclothes Still from the night before
