I'll call - yоu'll sing
emblaze your face in stone
upon the hill of stars
engripped in the arms
of the changeless madman
we'll dance our lives away
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you'll dance with your lizard leather boots on
and pull the strings that change the faces of men
the diamond prom hag
you're a "God to gold" gangster
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you've gotta look fine
being prideful and dancing - you're going to trip and die
your diamond hands will be stuffed with roses
I'll call you'll sing
emblaze your face in stone
upon the hill of stars
engripped in the arms
of the changeless madman
we'll dance our lives away
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you are my night - put my dogs to fright
I want to be your friend
I want to call you
I want to paw you all night long
the city's shaking
I am thinking baby this is the end
I'm overloaded
my head's exploded
I want to get you and then
come on honey, let's press our luck
a little prayer for you to suck
here comes Mommy with her tommy gun
open wounds just make her croon
got one ounce of margarine
lick your baby and we've got fun
me I funk but I don't care
I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you talk about day - I'm talkin' 'bout nighttime
you are my night - put my dogs to fright
I want to be your friend
I want to call you
I want to paw you all night long
the city's shaking
I am thinking baby this is the end
I'm overloaded
my head's exploded
I want to get you and then
come on honey, let's press our luck
a little prayer for you to suck
here comes Mommy with her tommy gun
open wounds just make her croon
got one ounce of margarine
lick your baby and we've got fun
me I funk but I don't care
I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair
you are my night - put my dogs to fright
I want to be your friend
I want to call you
I want to paw you all night long
the city's shaking
I am thinking this is the end
I'm overloaded
my head's exploded
I want to get you and then
come on honey, let's press our luck
a little prayer for you to suck
here comes Mommy with her tommy gun
open wounds just make her croon
got one ounce of margarine
lick your baby and we've got fun
me I funk but I don't care
I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair
