Night Job

Night job, night job...

Sunset on my window sill
Island of many hills
Deepest darkest Midtown still
I like it

Hypnotic sound and light
Another public fight
Now cock your head stage right
Just like that

No matter what goes wrong
You always know that you can sing along at your
Night job, night job...

Marx and Lenin, leather and lace
A little leg and a lot of face
Now gone without a trace
My night job

Cold, clever, queen of the stage
Keeps her man inside of a cage
I remember you were all the rage
My night job

No matter what went wrong
I always knew that I could hum along at my
Night job

Night job, night job...