On the darkest loneliest nights
when nothing seems to turn out right
I always get the need of going out
So I get on the bus
And I go downtown
I know precisely where I'm going to
I travel through the darkest streets
Streets where no one is to meet
Straight in to the my favourite pub in town
There I shake my hands with sizzers
There I drink coktail of nails
Later I go dancing with the queen of razor blades
Enjoying the darkness
With other lost souls round the table
But why it's always whose sitting next to Devil
And just before the end
I play chess with my fate
Even though I know, I'll never win this game
Next day in the morning I feel fine
Another night I have survived
I feel the ground under my feet again
Feel stronger than the day before
that I can finally close the doors
Which I have left opened last night
There's nothing positive inside
These doors lead straight into the dark
In to the room of pain and suffering
There I shake my hands with sizzers
There I drink coktail of nails
Later I go dancing with the queen of razor blades
Enjoying the darkness
With other lost souls round the table
But why it's always whose sitting next to Devil
And just before the end
I play chess with my fate
Even though I know, I'll never win this game
