Look, the Sun is setting
Various huge beasts
Rushing to the night
To eat the orphans
Some beasts are eating women
She is stripped in the disco
And they take all her
Remains and get a room
But some beasts are extracting her soul
The flesh is fed to the dogs
In a shopping bag they take her heart
To Hell, cause the night-shift is really
good money there. But they knows that
The feeding of fallen angels is prohibited.
The Sun is rising palely
All the distressed ones
And all the humiliated ones
Getting dressed in fancy clothes
A dress or a suit
The point in all of this is
That you blood should not
Dripping at work.
The boss fetches you: - What's the matter?
- Nothing, just my heart is aching, but
To be honest, feels like it's gone completely.
He knows the symptoms
Maybe he was extracted too
A long time ago, He says:
Welcome, baby
Welcome, baby
Welcome, baby in the big game