Somewhere, he lost it in a turn
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he's serving it back
Travels light, without a pack, without love
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes, he's heading for the moon
Hang 'em high
Leather across his thighs
Blasting out the night, he's terrified to drive
One eye on the road, crashed upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes, he's heading for the moon
Hang 'em high
Alone to himself, he's laughing up his sleeve
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light
Child of the night
Passing by
[Guitar Solo]
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he's serving it back
Travels light, without a pack, without love
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes, he's heading for the moon
Hang 'em high
Leather across his thighs
Blasting out the night, he's terrified to drive
One eye on the road, crashed upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes, he's heading for the moon
Hang 'em high
Alone to himself, he's laughing up his sleeve
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light
Child of the night
Passing by
[Guitar Solo]
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