In The Night

Bauhaus

In the night, in the chair


he sites there, he sits tight


no more cans, no more crime


see the place, see the time


you never know





He walks light, don't know how


maybe now, in the night


oh, I know, yes I know


there's no chat


He's for show


You never know





Sees the place and tries to get the time


He's slowly lipping into the slime


Can't inject into his veins


blood and guffooze 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 writing side


his eyes begin to ponder pride


subjective pics of misled youth


before him lies the dreadful truth


undignifiled, insignified


his wrist on the razor slides


You never know