VISIONS OF THE NIGHT

Hey baby now your all alone time to think about yourself
There's nobody sifting next to you drinking to your health
There's nobody sitting next to you with his eyes below your belt
Come on baby let the good times roll
Let them roll you right into hell

Way down by the suicide
Down by the razor blade rodeo
Sit right next to that tarnished nun
And like a compass she's gonna tell you where to go
And when you find yourself up in your room
And you got the shopping center blues
And you ask your old man to please talk to you
And he says sure (right after the news)

And lately have these visions of the night
Put you in a fever dream and nothing feel right
So you take a little bit of this
And a little bit of that
And man you feel all right

Hey baby take a walk with me
On the beach in the winter and the rain
And we can talk about Vogue magazine
And the meaning of artistic pain
Cause you know you're lost in your own castle now
All you need is Lord Byron's name
And nobody's sifting next to you
And your name's not on the guest list too
And pretty soon nobody's gonna take you home

Take you home
Take you home

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