Well it was dark at midnight
There was hardly any moon
And no one really saw much
No one was really sure
But something didn’t seem right
Something was kinda queer
A roar turned into whispers
Everyone stood there
As the sound split the night
They ran hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night
Like strangers in the night
Well I didn’t see no shotgun
I didn’t see no knife
But I saw this crazy black guy
With the demon in his eye
And I heard him say «white man»
I’ve seen that silver cue
You don’t remember me well
But I remember you
As the sound split the night
They ran hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night
Like strangers in the night
Well the knife just left his fingers