Black and Blue Night

I know I'll never see
blue eyes again.
In fact I may never see
anything again.
In that corridor
of memory again.
Seen someone slipping in.

On a black and blue night
poker faced with tears blinding my sight
on a black and blue night.

I pull the shutters
crank up that light.
Something in here
and I want it in plain sight.
She walks with me
like Jesus sometimes do
in a shivering rendevoux.

On a black and blue night
raining again and it's blinding my sight
on a black and blue night.

Never seen a place like Hazelton
pirouetting hoodlums dancing round
never seen such a dirty town.

She said we must do something for the cause
sacrifice the ghost of Santa Claus.
To fit the battle of Jerico
Toss the gauntlet and the ass' jaw.

On a black and blue night...