And in creatures of the night he finds his comforts from fright,
Once again he falls down and falls down and falls down and falls,
Down…
I wanna see her morality on fire and I want,
Her passion to perspire.
Perspire, yeah
Once again he falls down and falls down and finds,
Dirt on the ground smells like passion,
When he falls down in her arms.
The brilliance of it all brings
Light to the stall,
When the stable doors close
He’s alone in the crowd.
He perspires.
