Tytuł: In the Night

• Wykonawca: Bauhaus
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In the night, in the chair
  He sits there, he sits tight
  No more cans, no more crime
  See the place, see the time
  You never know
  
  He walks light, don't know how
  Maybe now, in the night
  Oh, I know, yes I know
  There's no chat
  He's for show
  You never know
  
  Sees the place and tries to get the time
  He's slowly slipping into the slime
  Can't inject into his veins
  Blood and guff ooze out and stain
  Cares not that he really bleeds
  Death not hell is what he needs
  Sees the place, checks the time
  Some other place, some other time
  You never know
  
  Slipping up and down his writhing side
  His eyes begin to ponder pride
  Subjective pics of misled youth
  Before him lies the dreadful truth
  Undignifiled, Insignified
  His wrist on to the razor slides
  You never know