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
Ridin' 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 hopin', darling
Wooden coin, he called my daughter
No good knowin' what came after
Met a man with missin' fingers
Shakin' hands with shaded strangers
Far too strong to pacify you
Ain't no tellin' 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