I’m reading Céline at the end of a dream
I don’t even like his stuff
making my way with the fleas and the strays
on the 5AM Nachtbus
a guy seizing up, a woman in tears
the driver hands me a beer
I listen to jeers I don’t understand
just watching the city go by

Too late to go out, too early to stop
I like the alcoholic bars
the drunks and the pervs will inherit the earth
while the junkies are walking their dogs
there’s a rosary chain of brunette girls
searching for pearls and for swine
focus hard enough on the burning streets
you’re bound to have a good time

I feel evil
I feel lust
I feel there’s nobody
that I can trust
end of the line, I’m in no rush
It’s 5AM on the Nachtbus

Thinking of girls, so many girls
I’m always a little confused
there’s one with a terrible laugh
and there’s that one with too many tattoos
there’s one who’s always mad at her dad
and I think I love her the best
I’m too old and she’s too young
but she always answers my texts

I feel evil
I feel lust
I feel there’s nobody
that I can trust
end of the line, I’m in no rush
It’s 5AM on the Nachtbus

I’m eating sorbet with Kurt Cobain
discussing the pitfalls of fame
they’ll make you a king before they blow you away
cuz death is the name of the game
so it’s ticket to ride if you wanna die
Kurt, you know I don’t like to pay
take my advice, take in the sights
before they drag you away
before they drag you away
before they drag you a . . .