It was a strange type of voodoo that night in late July
Where birds of feather strange and cerebrums did fly
Yet not of silver ice or magic hand did this night come
But of your daily tangerine joy’s setting of a ruthless sun
For now for slight moments pace the light is out the door
So let us now be merry to roll across the floor
No more light does shine where perfection lacks
And with this lads get merry and take burdens off their backs
“Reload the pint!” they all do sing, in happiness and gin
For the dreaded light hath gone away, replaced it with the din
Calvin Klein and Hugo Boss are not the custom here
For when the night does come around they’ll be met with smear
For allegiance true to night itself in its true domain
Only the men of black, shall conquer and remain
Call them crooks but none of fault
Try and catch them they’ll surely vault
For feast or famine the job’s compressed
By those of body and mind possessed
In motion is the only option for this well taught custom
From hand in hand to hand in coat
The next one might in deception float
It was once for means is all they’ll say that day
When the man of provision is finally dragged away
We’ll not know now but only then, what heeded the dismay
Was it the men of law or bandanas adorned with red
In the end it is all too simple, the man you knew is dead
Taken not by fires grip or bullets awesome tear
But rather an addiction to the night and what was hidden there
For behind the shadows an enemy does appear
Her sides shine bright with heavens leer
For what damnation is hidden here
Behind the clouds on roosters call she’ll rise above the mist
Take a taxi from the other side and pump her ragged fist
Live jazz does sing its classy tune and drinks do fill the air
But time is fading quickly to everyone’s despair
For when the calls been made real and clear the morning now begin
And boys do sing their moaning cheers, in happiness and gin
