It Was on This Night

[Hook]
It was on this night, I woke up I had blood on my hands
It was on this night, I glanced at the mirror but the reflection wasn’t me
It was on this night, that I wrote my best composition
It was on this night, them voices I heard in my head I stopped to listen
It was on this night, I was infested with undigested sin planning
Dainty popcorn stuffing that dreams are made of
In a morbid distorted display of infectious affection
There’s sharks in these lonely waters and tainted love bouquets

[Verse 1: Self Jupiter and News Reporter]
It was on this night, death and despair was negotiating over a hot bowl of soup
In a brothy sleuth of meticulous detail, so ravishingly delicious
With malicious mischiеf, so intensely invigorating
I felt mysеlf prematurely ejaculating, the very suspense of it all I guess
Narrating itself so beautifully, rudely awaken all my 6th senses in an instance
It was on this night, September the 3rd, 2-0-0-3
I made my first directorial debut on nationally televised TV
(Warning! The scenes you’re about to witness, because of its disturbing contents
Are extremely graphic, and therefore not suitable for younger audiences, wide on
Camera one, zoom in, zoom in, close up on the man in front of the building, places everyone, prop man are you ready with the fog?
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, action!)

[Hook 2]
It was on this night, I woke up I had blood on my hands
It was on this night, I glanced at the mirror but the reflection wasn’t me
It was on this night, that I wrote my best composition
It was on this night, them voices I heard in my head I stopped to listen
It was on this night, I was infested with undigested sin planning
Dainty popcorn stuffing that dreams are made of
In a morbid distorted display of infectious affection
There’s sharks in these lonely waters and tainted love bouquets
It was on this night, yeah, it was on this night

[Verse 2]
Twelve married men got divorced on the first day
Honeymoon groom carried brides to their nest
Followed by a flash is a photogenic couple
Ribbons rose maids caught bouquets a lovely day
Framed by a family feud subdued nude as they screwed carelessly by the fireplace
Brewing is a coffee pot burning metal water hot
Candle lighting lit the cabin breathing rapidly, matrimony has its pleasures
Dipped in wax a nipple stands erect, correction pointed upwards
Body slams it’s like it’s bouncing flesh to flesh relentless, lustful laughs
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
Hold your breath a mess of vital essence left in spurts across the floor
Frantically unfortunately slipped and fell
A geyser of blood erupts out of the head from a man who’d wed

[Verse 3]
It was on this night, twelve married men minus one
Eleven seven serving breakfast from their beds, two robes one red
Hallowed be the name of Mr. & Mrs. Simmons
Suddenly sipped their coffee, kissed and cuddled
Of course they’re married, swallowed bread
Morning came with rain and went from wetness damp
The evening sang the birds a lamp of sun begun a day for the newlyweds
With this ring remembering vows to death
He soaked and bathed vigorously, relaxed, massaged his temples
Soothing sounds of Mozart, electric box mysteriously grew two legs
Jumped then submerged, somebody encouraged the power surge who I wonder
It was on this night

[Sample]
O-Okay, I’m not playing any more music for anybody, and that includes myself
Un-Until somebody calls, and pledges some money so that our station does not have to go off the air
I mean, why should I bother to play records for you if you’re not even willing to call and pledge a couple, a couple of dollars?
A couple of dollars, it’s not that much money
We’ve been playing what you want
We have to have your money, we can’t make it without your money