Black And Blue Night
I know I'll never see
blue eyes again.
In fact I may never see
anything again.
In that corridor
of memory again.
Seen someone slipping in.
On a black and blue night
poker faced with tears blinding my sight
on a black and blue night.
I pull the shutters
crank up that light.
Something in here
and I want it in plain sight.
She walks with me
like Jesus sometimes do
in a shivering rendevoux.
On a black and blue night
raining again and it's blinding my sight
on a black and blue night.
Never seen a place like Hazelton
pirouetting hoodlums dancing round
never seen such a dirty town.
She said we must do something for the cause
sacrifice the ghost of Santa Claus.
To fit the battle of Jerico
Toss the gauntlet and the a**' jaw.
On a black and blue night...