night must end. Be brave Like bridges underwater, Keeping strong beyond their time. I feel the light upon my skin, Reminding me that night must end.
is the last time I will follow you This is the last time I will follow you at all
wall every night, became a regular I used to pray and hope that daddy would die Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up black eye And at the end
go looking like a bouncing ball. Shit must have knocked me out cuz I didn't feel the ground at all Wow what the fuck happened last night? Where am I
must buy that Wakin up again I look around and find another year has passed We're discovering at last near a lover not so fast here I'm hovering to make
a friend And this song sound like him from beginnin' to end Then again it might be me and I'm tired of the nonsense Can't sleep at night 'cause I got
me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on walter Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my
rollin', leavin' these strangers If the whole world would end tomorrow, tomorrow just might be the end So wait for the Lord, follow Down, gotta lay me down, down, down to sleep
how many sacrifices must we make? Because we've all been there once before And it looks like we've returned once more Is this the beginning or the end? The last
punchline hit home and at the end of the joke did you notice that no-one was laughing with you. You were out on your own, Waving at trains, waving at
Paddy at some party at the dead end alley Yeah, he told him what to celebrate And I met William Butler Yeats, Sunday night dance party, summer 1988 At
rocks for at least an hour Until the day I die Until the day I die That's why at night I cover my ears in tears The man downstairs must have had too
I'll live to see this end You'll reign eternally through my nightmares If I ever sleep again The hatred directed at me 'cause of what I am
When you shoot to kill Watch out, but your merry, sleep with your gun Show me the sign innocent one The end might come Now whatchya gonna do Night,
, I wouldn't last too long You know the mornings and the afternoons And the nights would be all wrong I'd never leave her, I wouldn't compromise I'd rather end
see them at night before I drift During my sleep they gambol and play And chase Balls or Children or Giants They play cards and click their eyes They laugh, and take tea at
in the land There's a reckoning still to be reckoned And there's gonna be hell to pay At the end of the day! [The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge.] Foreman: At the end