These nights get way too strange
around women with wicked ways
fade to blackout way too soon
now I'm hearing the crack of doom
Bet I'll hear it in the end
Ride until the break of day
and chase the daylight ghosts way
for the taking all you see
The Night, the oath, that keeps us free
Night Oath
Rocked a bender seven days
seeing if the action pays
not a lucid thought to bring
but turning in just ain't my thing
Bet I'll feel it in the end
Ain't gulity, at my best
while the others chosse to rest
If roll the tumblin' dice
Won't until the cock crows thrice
But I'll roll them in the end