In the dead of night   A pool of light   Newborn swaddled in white   They laugh and weep   As he finally breathes   Then peacefully sleep      The diva dies alone   Her hands on the phone   Weary to the bone   You know the skies will burn   For every penny she earned   But emptyhanded   She will return      You could be a slave   You could be a tycoon   But we all sleep   Underneath the careless moon      Six o'clock news   Something blew the fuse   And he went wild   Now the crowd wants more   He's faced down on the floor   In a liquor store   The night is full of sirens outside   They're taking the poor squealer for a ride      You could be a slave   You could be a tycoon   But we all sleep   Underneath the careless moon      Simple heart's gonna leave you so soon   Simple heart's gonna leave you so soon   It's the age of the lonely   I flash my light   I feel like I'm slowly dying in here   Tonight      You could be a slave   You could be a tycoon   But we all sleep   Underneath the careless moon