NIGHT GLIDIN by Lindsey Eck The cock crows in the morning The dove cries out at noon But the bat comes out in the chill of the evening And hums his crazy tune When the dead should be sleeping He flies by the light of the moon I seen him going round and round the Capitol And hangin underneath a bridge Well, he must have incredible radar Cause he always leaves the cops in the ditch He aint no fighter But he bites like a son of a bitch He swears he aint no vampire He just wants a piece of the empire But the game aint got no umpire Night glidin The eagle wont fly my way I hope that he flies yours I hope you never find yourself On the ledge of the 40th floor But that aint no place The bat aint faced before He swears he aint no vampire He just wants a piece of the empire But the game aint got no umpire Night glidin Now, Vinnies got a bundle of Franklins And if dead men still tell tales Ill stake you this here C note That the bat ends up in jail You might be his lover But youre never gonna cover his bail He swears he aint no vampire He just wants a piece of the empire But the game aint got no umpire Night glidin |