Doctor Night 歌词

Down the dark sidewalk he moves on bent feet Treading on faces of people he meets Screaming at street lamps Roaring at trains Weeping down dustbins Singing down drains. Crazed by his blindness Tortured by sight Waving a toothpick Poor Doctor Night Clattering subways reveal his cold eye Harpies and junkies repeat his deep sigh Mental defectives know him by name The sick and the dying are part of his game. Looking in graveyards Counting the stones Listing the flowers Piling the bones Morning approaching night is away Half woken faces greet the new day On to the treadmill Into the race Kill all the kindness Scorn every face. Cover your sins, paint everything white Still comes the justice of cold Doctor Night!