Near the eve of sunlight the haze of jager starts to fades
Only to find an ally locked horns with an unknown assailant
He gives a slap on the wrist, aimed perfectly to the face
As if I was programmed for this all I saw was red at the sight
I griped him by the throat and whispered in his ear where he was going
And then seconds later he was kissing the concrete

I know that, she’s looking down on me
That, she’s looking down on me
Ashamed
I can feel her, shaking her head at me
Yeah, She’s shaking her head at me
Ashamed

Taking the bouncers directions to heart I head down the street
They cheered for me as I slug away from the scene of the crime
They comfort me when I ask them to identify this empty feeling inside
Embarrassed, I knock back a few more drinks and fade back into the haze

I know that, she’s looking down on me
That, she’s looking down on me
Ashamed
I can feel her, shaking her head at me
Yeah, She’s shaking her head at me
Ashamed

She said to me, without a tint of irony
That I was the hero of the night
And he said to me, completely straight
That he was jealous of my haste
And the devil, in his most loathsome form
Told me that I have nothing to be sorry about
But there voices, can’t drown out
The sounds of her rolling around