Well the night was lostnThe night was sorenThen my pockets emptiednas the beer downpourednWhat at last was onnwas now quarter to fournAnother wasted nightnnSo this night was rightnfor stupid sinnYeah the holding outnwas caving innThe slickest sinnernalways wins the prizenof a wasted nightnnI wanna go, I wanna staynI wanna say somethingnI’ve got nothing to saynAnother wasted nightnnI close my eyesndon’t wanna seenthe sun coming upnon my historynnSo if the chance comes downnto steal a kissnyou nab what you cannresignation is blissnI never brake when I hit the skidsnon a wasted nightnnSee we can close our eyesnlet our hands pretendnwe can kill this lifenwith tight grips and hedged betsnthat will ditch this worldnBut for now let’s curlninto this wasted nightnnCrawling like James Deannfor his toy monkeynLiving by night, in a lonely placenMy father was Nicholas Ray