11 to 3 / Satan Again (Lackadaisy) Lyrics

Did you ever hear the tale of the kitten that stayed out after dark

Painting rude slang phrases on the council park pathways

And tapping on the shutter covers

Making faces at the cats inside waiting for the sunrise to break

Running away as soon as paws appeared

Calm but grokking that the law was here

And if they thought to cop a collar near

They'd prolly got em till their college years like it or not

Orphanageers would keep em like a bug alive in a pot

And did you know that that kitten grew up to be a shark

Swimming at the rich cat parties with a chip stack partly on the mark beside it

Cutting cards marking down the marks

Tryna palm the king of hearts slyly with an ounce of art

Scrapping feels nicer than a grind up at the mill

There's a better life if you can find the skill and do it right

Some cats'll call it business maybe I like it for the thrill

See I'm not that kitten I'm the type that gets em killed

It's a nice night from 11 to 3

The devil take the hindmost but the devil is me

Can't stop to dust off I'm on a hell of a spree

So many lost souls and I'm setting em free

It's a nice night if you're braver than most

To wear a Sam-Colt red on a pale-as-a-ghost

You either pop the competition or you pay to win

Yeah it's a nice night to be Satan again

Here's something I can tell you for free

The gates of hell ain't guarded by a skeleton key

Demons live in people they can dwell in the city as well as any

And they're never where you reckon they'll be

Here's something open and shut

The light of Lucifer'll burn you if you hold too much of it in your pretty claws

Petty flaws etched on each and every thought like heavy scars

You don't know when it stops you're hoping it does

Now the devil's known to work in mysterious ways

And God knows he needs cheering on the serious days

So he put a clock inside his brain and if you hear what they say at the docks

The box tick tocking holds the spirits at bay

If I start to lose form smoke or start to bleed from the eyes

Let it be a plea to remind you I'm always me in disguise

While all the slums scheme my demise under steeples

I'm so steeped in crime I'm lucky even to be legally blind because

It's a nice night from 11 to 3

The devil take the hindmost but the devil is me

Can't stop to dust off I'm on a hell of a spree

So many lost souls and I'm setting em free

It's a nice night if you're braver than most

To wear a Sam-Colt red on a pale-as-a-ghost

You either pop the competition or you pay to win

Yeah it's a nice night to be Satan again

It's a nice night from 11 to 3

The devil take the hindmost but the devil is me

Can't stop to dust off I'm on a hell of a spree

So many lost souls and I'm setting em free

It's a nice night if you're braver than most

To wear a Sam-Colt red on a pale-as-a-ghost

You either pop the competition or you pay to win

Yeah it's a nice night to be Satan again