In the night of the day I was born,

quite sure I wouldn`t see no tomorrow.

All the days I was wasting alone,

always waiting for the night without sorrows.



Mister, mister, don`t you know what I am.

Can`t you hear it`s always trembling in my voice?

Don`t you know I`m doing all that I can,

but I`m a man without any choice.



Ev`ry day`s only pain for me.

I don`t like the sunlight shining on my head.

I`m a man that was born for the dark.

Ev`ry light shines is making me feel bad.



Lady, lady, put your hand on my head.

Can`t you hear it`s always trembling in my voice?

`Cause I`m the one who`s behaving so bad.

I need those feelings for you again.



Man of the dark, guardian of the night



I don`t like people working all day,

only working just to see next tomorrow.

But they`re happy while they`re living that way.

In that world I gotta beg, steal or borrow.



Mister, mister, you don`t know...