I took a ride with a sadist on a Saturday night
his teeth were like diamonds in the dashboard light
he knew a place nearby
we took a right at the light
and I smiled because I’d never ever been there

he said “when I was your age I was a millionaire
those were the days of Woodstock
I was there
it’s such a drag about the forests
such a shame about the air
but when I was your age I was a millionaire”

"don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night?
don’t you love it with a stranger when time is tight?
don’t you love a little struggle
don’t you love a little fight
don’t you feel like a devil in the blue moonlight?
on a lazy kind of night"

the seats of his car were like a woman’s skin
made me think about all of those places I’ve been
they made me understand murder and the nature of sin
I leaned back and I listened to his music

he said “things would go better if you’d be my friend
you don’t have to like all the means to your end
I don’t want to boast
I don’t mean to offend
but things would go better if you’d be my friend”

"don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night?
don’t you love it with a stranger when time is tight?
don’t you love a little struggle
don’t you love a little fight
don’t you feel like a devil in the blue moonlight?
on a lazy kind of night"

there’s a secret silken world of sex and submission
of vodka and handcuffs and acts of contrition
your enemies succumb and the ladies all listen
to the tales of your woes and your secret ambitions
and your hopes and your dreams and your pain and your perdition
in your secret silken world of sex and submission

she looked more like a plate than a scared little girl
her pupils were pinpoints as she fingered her pearls
it was crossing my mind to maybe give it a whirl
until I noticed her fingers were trembling
she said “I’ve never liked boys
I much prefer men”
she must have liked the way it sounded
she said it again
the car headed north up Beverly Glen
I was taken by surprise with nausea

don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night
don’t you love to hurt the weak when they refuse to fight
there’s no need to be judgmental
no need to be polite
all you need to know is that might equals right
on a lazy kind of night

see my own reflection
down in the street
you think it’s wrong
you think it’s wrong to love your own reflection
all those hungry people
such a drag
let’s get something to eat

lazy kind of night
on a lazy kind of night
a lazy kind of night
love to hurt the week
on a lazy kind of night


© 1992 Zen of Iniquity Publishing