To stay home the reminder of the day I felt no heaven on the television screen From me house I getting out to street lights I told you, "No more heart for fight the night" And you called me 'The spittle comedian' I'm a night vapor, I'm a reward for hatred society angle I wrote the story of confuse life on the blur papers I sang my night song in the Speakeasy dark pub I see eleven empty bottles on the brown table May I be drunk with these bottles or my idealism? What's sound can make me turn around? Dawn voices Or I'm just a loner in the harmony of hidden crowd? And you called me 'The dizzy angry man' I'm a night vapor, I'm a reward for hatred society angle I wrote the story of confuse life on the blur papers I sang my night song in the Speakeasy dark pub Woo-oooo To stay home the reminder of the day I felt no heaven on the television screen From me house I getting out to street lights I told you, "No more heart for fight the night" And you called me 'The spittle comedian' I'm a night vapor, I'm a reward for hatred society angle I wrote the story of confuse life on the blur papers I sang my night song in the Speakeasy dark pub