| It may have been that restless fullmoon
|
| In the early months of May
|
| When at night that air gets hot
|
| Nocturnal voices call on you to play
|
| Lazarus drove a golden Cadillac
|
| Scorned black by rust and dust
|
| He once said he was a religious man
|
| But that I’m sure was lust
|
| Listen to the still of night
|
| It calls out your weakness
|
| So choose wise, your prophets
|
| 'Cause if you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| It may have been, that tortured black June
|
| When evil came to say
|
| When I’m right, you’ll feel my heat
|
| Destiny will pave your way
|
| Lazarus drove a golden Cadillac
|
| Scorned black by rust and dust
|
| He once said he was a religious man
|
| But that I’m sure was lust
|
| Listen to the still of night
|
| It calls out your weakness
|
| So choose wise, your prophets
|
| 'Cause if you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay
|
| If you play you pay |