In the night where I live

There's strange force in your kiss oh

All's divine in desire

With an ire of philosophy

Burning scrolls in the naked heat

Oh how coy is your little boy. No!

Cause I know it don't read that well. Yeah!

I got buried

No it won't be long before I rise in

I got buried

No it won't be long. Yeah!

In the night where I live

Your children sway they fuel the kitch

Raise their glass to Soviet cries in the ward

And in shadows

Outright, in times of old

Fumes are falling, smell them burn

Like always, yes always

Now here!

Cause I know it don't read that well

And I know, only time will tell me

I got buried

No it won't be long before I rise in

I got buried

No it won't be long before I rise in song

And I know it don't read that well, yeah

I got buried

No it won't be long before I rise in

I got oh buried

Oh no

Cause I know I got you