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...