The night took a long time coming,
Crept slowly from the east and
Dumped its load of velvet over my street,
Where sleek yellow wolves
Stood by doorways of dusky caves
And where “I did it my way” is played
Yet again for the losers at the bar
And where the loo’s door swings open
And reek of manly piss
And the barmaid’s laughter is
A shriek of hate held up by a pink bra;
Where victims and abusers
Are linked to a chain of nights
And only yellow wolves dance
And see the moon.