Into the night that awaits the sun
partying away until all the fun is done
drinking and smoking, and fucking the 
pain away meanwhile digging yourself
and early grave.

Into the night that wishes the morning
will never come, doing reckless things
simply because you are young,
when the liquor hits you and you're hungover
you'll drink again because being drunk is
where you feel sober

Into the night that dreads the morning sun
as you have to go to work and that is no fun
another week that stands in the way of the weekend
pretending to be happy at a job you hate, how well
we all pretend.