The Night Lyrics - Singles - The Accüsed

Standing on a corner 

In the middle of the night 

His schizophrenic face 

Shrouded in the smoke 

Rising from the sewers 

Beneath the streets 

Cracked lips surrouded teeth 

Yellow and decayed. 

His schizophrenic face 

Shrouded in the thin haze 

Of hot breath wheezing from 

Dying lungs 

Greasy hair covers 

Wild blood-shot eyes 

Dirty toes poke through 

The ends of weathered 

Combat boots. 

Somewhere in this city 

An old man's all alone 

Standing on a corner 

In the middle of the night. 

Reaching in the pocket 

Of his battered overcoat 

Skeletal hand crucified by arthritis 

Clench a half-filled bottle of 

Fortified wine 

A stream of drool 

Runs from the corner of his mouth.