On the darkest loneliest nights when nothing seems to turn out right I always get the need of going out So I get on the bus And I go downtown I know precisely where I'm going to I travel through the darkest streets Streets where no one is to meet Straight in to the my favourite pub in town There I shake my hands with sizzers There I drink coktail of nails Later I go dancing with the queen of razor blades Enjoying the darkness With other lost souls round the table But why it's always whose sitting next to Devil And just before the end I play chess with my fate Even though I know, I'll never win this game Next day in the morning I feel fine Another night I have survived I feel the ground under my feet again Feel stronger than the day before that I can finally close the doors Which I have left opened last night There's nothing positive inside These doors lead straight into the dark In to the room of pain and suffering There I shake my hands with sizzers There I drink coktail of nails Later I go dancing with the queen of razor blades Enjoying the darkness With other lost souls round the table But why it's always whose sitting next to Devil And just before the end I play chess with my fate Even though I know, I'll never win this game