Bauhaus

In the night, in the chair
He sits there, he sits tight
No more cans, no more crime
See the place, see the time
You never know
He walks light, dont know how
Maybe now, in the night
Oh, I know, yes I know
Theres no chat
Hes for show
You never know
Sees the place and tries to get the time
Hes slowly slipping into the slime
Cant inject into his veins