There's a cat prowling through the streets at night And she's black and her eyes are burning yellow fierce and bright The lights are darkened; Senses
The moon is down Casting its shadow over the night-haunted town Mystical figures under the silence of light The trembling air Drifts slowly unseen over
How can I laugh or cry When my mind is sorely torn? Badabec had to die Fair Pantagruel is born Shall I weep, yes, for why? Then laugh and show my scorn
And the horse riding up through the red skies The moon is down With a gold coloured bird through the cloud flies The moon is down Look East to the Sun
The room and street are known only to me and a few I won't tell nobody A place to meet where no-one can tell you what to do I won't tell nobody Here,
Why do you question When there's no answer told? Plain truth is nothing You can't buy it when it's sold Save all your money And they won't reason why
comfort and keep Keep all their people and places there Never to be seen again, never to be loved and their last embrace -- And the kiss has a salt bitter taste
