When we came inside 

You asked me if I'm well 

Living like this 



It gets you through the night 

Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again 

It gets you through the night 

That at least tells the rest of the drawing, king 

It gets you through the night 

Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again 

It gets you through the night 

As we're doting along 



Come out to the west backside of my eye(s) 

True that's true that's true 



You're selling what you own 

Selling yourself short of the life that's teeming in the dirt 

Stop telling what you know 

Suddenly you're so sure of the life that's breeding in the dirt 



It gets you through the night 

Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again 

It gets you through the night 

As we're doting along 



Come out to the west backsides of my eyes 

True that's true that's true 

I'm off to the west, it's blinding my eyes 

True that's true that's true 

Come out to the west backsides of my eyes 



You opened up 

This is the kind of place I know 

Let's add up all the mischief and mercy ruins 

'Cause these walls have all worn white