Old home night You bent, like the jackals outside I wish, you lisp What's the matter, don't you like The way it all went down? Up all night That city hates you, won't let you walk right You list, you kissed your last victim Don't you like the way it all went down? Creep past god Worth a shot You deserve it, times are hard I'll drink, you'll think What's the matter? How's your heart? All night, eyes bright Like the jackals outside I wish, you lisp What's the matter, don't you like The way it all went down? Sunset on the floor A red and orange doorway Freesia from the walk home Bends down low And you don't know