Reply #1: from The Google

[NightWatcher]

Grey skies and light fading
Headlamps making patterns on the wall
Uptown it?s dead now but
Out here no one seems to care at all

Slick girls and sick boys
And each one lining up to take him home
They hold tight
And they pray no one has to seem them fall

I?m there, yeah, I serve them
The one with the empty looking eyes
Come closer, you?ll see me
The face that is used to telling lies

Saturday night in neon lights
Sunday in the
Pills enough to make me feel ill
Cash enough to make me well

Take me, take me to the riot
Take me



You sprung me, I?m grateful
I love when you tell me not to speak
I owe you but I know you
You?ll have me back but it?s gonna take a week

What now kid? Which way love?
Will we ever make up and be friends?
Good news is my shoes is
Lined with all nickels and my tens

Let?s do them, just feed me
I hate when I have to get to sleep
You despise me and I love you
It?s not much, but it?s just enough to keep

Saturday night in neon lights
Sunday in the
Pills enough to make me feel ill
Cash enough to make me well

Take me, take me to the riot
And let me stay.