Hard Attack
In the night of the day I was born,
quite sure I wouldn`t see no tomorrow.
All the days I was wasting alone,
always waiting for the night without sorrows.
Mister, mister, don`t you know what I am.
Can`t you hear it`s always trembling in my voice?
Don`t you know I`m doing all that I can,
but I`m a man without any choice.
Ev`ry day`s only pain for me.
I don`t like the sunlight shining on my head.
I`m a man that was born for the dark.
Ev`ry light shines is making me feel bad.
Lady, lady, put your hand on my head.
Can`t you hear it`s always trembling in my voice?
`Cause I`m the one who`s behaving so bad.
I need those feelings for you again.
Man of the dark, guardian of the night
I don`t like people working all day,
only working just to see next tomorrow.
But they`re happy while they`re living that way.
In that world I gotta beg, steal or borrow.
Mister, mister, you don`t know...
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