In the Night - Bauhaus

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, dont know how

Maybe now, in the night

Oh, I know, yes I know

Theres no chat

Hes for show

You never know

Sees the place and tries to get the time

Hes slowly slipping into the slime

Cant 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