Night Clothes

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