December must have been your cradle
My fair
Night Creature
November's never cold enough for such
Blonde hair

When I was underage
Then I was way too strange for you
Now I am underpaid
And there is nothing else to do

Night creature
This city never was as dark as your soul
Night creature
Ten four a concrete heart
Beneath the manhole

When I was underage
Then I was way too strange for you
Now I am underpaid
And there is nothing else to do