When we came inside    You asked me if I'm well    Living like this       It gets you through the night    Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again    It gets you through the night    That at least tells the rest of the drawing, king    It gets you through the night    Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again    It gets you through the night    As we're doting along       Come out to the west backside of my eye(s)    True that's true that's true       You're selling what you own    Selling yourself short of the life that's teeming in the dirt    Stop telling what you know    Suddenly you're so sure of the life that's breeding in the dirt       It gets you through the night    Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again    It gets you through the night    As we're doting along       Come out to the west backsides of my eyes    True that's true that's true    I'm off to the west, it's blinding my eyes    True that's true that's true    Come out to the west backsides of my eyes       You opened up    This is the kind of place I know    Let's add up all the mischief and mercy ruins    'Cause these walls have all worn white