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