The Night Host

Looking around I have a feeling of fright Knowing in the end there will be death in the night Spillways drip Garbage's tip In the alleys of utter darkness Shrewd and rude Crusty and crude Are the spirits that lurk in the dark Death is rapping Gently tapping Deep, deep into the dead poor soul In the darkness they hear him scream They are laughing; they know it is no dream The spirits have awaken And somebody has taken The death in the night You knew it would come For it is dark and dreary A little query Alone in the blackness of night You hear the shrill of a crow cry Knowing his soul will die I see his ghost Now he is the host Of death in the night Back in the alleys Where the stench of death is strong You knew the rumors were not wrong Looking around I have a feeling of fright Knowing in the end there was death in the night