Black hair, the night descending
Baby never puts her trust in
Tight black tie too quick to laughter
Ain´t no telling what he´s after

Found a friend without religion
Riding on a stolen engine
Far too fast to pacify you
Ain´t no telling what he´s up to

In time, the night may soften
Trust that I´m still hoping, darling
Wooden coin, he called my daughter
No good knowing what came after

Met a man with missing fingers
Shaking hands with shaded strangers
Far too strong to pacify you
Ain´t no telling what they´re up to

Late night, the cock crows shortly
Morning through the open doorway
All us servants beg the master
Ain´t no knowing what he´s after

In a year of fallen angels
Broken hands and boys in danger
Pray the lord might pacify you
Ain´t no telling what he´s up to