Dead of Night Lyrics

Put a jazzy needle to the old victrola
You'll hold your own the minute you hold a point of view? alright
its just you and your wordless whistling in the dead of night
save your wooden nickels feed the fire of the sun
the alpha the omega, which is which, the deed is done? alright
it's just you and a capsule in the real live dead of night
was alright? was alright
zero all the numbers and count back to 10
courtesy of those who cursed you with forgotten prayers? alright
it's just you and whispers and the tremors of the dead of night
Put a jazzy needle to the old victrola
You'll hold your own the minute you hold a point of view? alright
its just you and your wordless whistling in the dead of night
was alright? was alright
was alright? was alright