Back in the old days, tight like a fight, 
used to hang with the devil in the broad daylight 
We had a route, a walkabout, 
until we had a row, a kind of falling out 
He showed me the low 
showed me the down 
called it the happy low down 
We used to rock some tunes with a guy named Loyd 
Loyd still got them polaroids 

broad daylight
broad daylight

Stop climaxing , you got your fight 
leaving him alone in the broad daylight 
He might get it on on his own and start building a throne 
out of worn out razors 
Look at you shaking 
you can’t find his plight 
Got you scared of ghosts in the dead of night 
While you’re making up stories trying to make it ok, 
he’ll be bringing them in to let them out and play 

In the broad daylight 

Broad daylight 
Leaving me alone in the broad daylight 
In the broad daylight 
Please don’t leave me alone 
Leaving me alone in the broad daylight 

You’ll get your money, you’ll get your night 
just leave me alone up in the broad daylight 
I need some shit of my own, I need a throne 
not them razors 
And who you think you are screaming Hollywood burn? 
If you really want to stop it then burn your sperm 
‘cause this here be going on until its not and then a little more 

Broad daylight 
Leaving me alone in the broad daylight 
In the broad daylight 
Please don’t leave me alone 
Leaving me alone in the broad daylight 

(c) Gabriel Rios