In the night, in the chair

he sites there, he sits tight

no more cans, no more crime

see the place, see the time

you never know



He walks light, don't know how

maybe now, in the night

oh, I know, yes I know

there's no chat

He's for show

You never know



Sees the place and tries to get the time

He's slowly lipping into the slime

Can't inject into his veins

blood and guffooze out and stain

cares not that he really bleeds

death not hell is what he needs

sees the place, checks the time

some other place, some other time

you never know



Slipping up and down his writing side

his eyes begin to ponder pride

subjective pics of misled youth

before him lies the dreadful truth

undignifiled, insignified

his wrist on the razor slides

You never know