Sitting on a bench rattling his cans Shouting out at the pa**ers by A tired smile sways away Humming on tormented lullaby's Lalala... He's dancing to a melody no one else can hear Women preen in the headlights, curb-crawlers leer He shakes his fist, he owns the strip Pa**ing his sentence on the night Dizzy eyes are drifting around On a mission to capture someone's soul Talking to the angels in his head Grinning at the glances that he just stole Lalala... He's dancing to a melody no one else can hear Women preen in the headlights, curb-crawlers leer He shakes his fist, he owns the strip Pa**ing his sentence on the night He pa**es his sentence, he pa**es his sentence, He pa**es his sentence on the night.