Текст песни The Night

Standing on a corner In the middle of the night His schizophrenic face Shrouded in the smoke Rising from the sewers Beneath the streets Cracked lips surrouded teeth Yellow and decayed. His schizophrenic face Shrouded in the thin haze Of hot breath wheezing from Dying lungs Greasy hair covers Wild blood-shot eyes Dirty toes poke through The ends of weathered Combat boots. Somewhere in this city An old man's all alone Standing on a corner In the middle of the night. Reaching in the pocket Of his battered overcoat Skeletal hand crucified by arthritis Clench a half-filled bottle of Fortified wine A stream of drool Runs from the corner of his mouth. Somewhere in this city An old man's all alone Standing on a corner In the middle of the night.