Working Late Hours

Shadows slumber as the sun goes down

 finally punching out their cards at work

 As they're heading home 

 Darkness is finally rolling in 

Night is a sleazy old man

Crusted with grim from unholy ways

With not a worry for his victims 

Sticking from all the trouble he makes 

The shadows are happy to see him

Their jobs are just the same

To hide the things most distressing

To provide cover for the unclean 

Night is vengeful towards the day

Who is much more pretentious 

Mocking her beautiful light 

He must ruin all that he touches

He takes pleasure in his work

No one so proud of sin as he

He slinks around all over the world

And grins as he sees 

All of the terrible very bad things

He lets happen under his wings