Story Behind the Song
It's about coming to terms with the nighttime blues.
Lyrics
Bye, thanks for what I want from you.
I'm busy too.
I got many things to do.
You get in my way so shoo.
The night is long,
She's reached her peak and is gone.
The night is long,
I peek at the Sunset streets and check out what's going on.
As I light the moon's torch,
I hop in my Porsche.
I think of beauty,
chemically altering the course.
In the park I feel good liberating a horse.
She's hitting the books, upping her intellectual ante.
I'm offing crooks; I pretend a vigilante.
She pops a No Doz, imagines me with no clothes.
She's touching herself, making the fabric wet with substances she's ashamed to disclose.
I climbed a tower intent to explore, now I got no power and bodies wash ashore.
I bought you ten thousand times a flower and WHO CARES?... for the whores and the bores.
Please be receptive to the spores.
Please be receptive to the spores.
Please change the outfit and more.
Please be honest about my tie,
Please know why tonight you'll die.
Please know why tonight you'll die.
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