Lost little lamb
With a buffalo tan
I got blood on my shirt
I got a cut on my hand
And I’m a midnight man, I’m a midnight man
I took your advice
And put in on ice
You got maraschino lips
And sweet vermouth eyes
And I’m a midnight man, I’m a midnight man
I’m wearing your perfume
In an sacred tomb
You got flowers on the wall
Of your hotel room
And I’m a midnight man, I’m a midnight man
Slip into the oil
Of a jet black night
Red shootin' star
Of a broken tail light
I’m a midnight man, I’m a midnight man
I told you honey, I can’t tell ya where I’m goin’. It’s for your own good.
But I promise that if I can make it back here alive, everything will be better than it was before.
Rollin' down the window
A california breeze
Cigarette tracers
And jangling keys
And I’m a midnight man, I’m a midnight man