His day begins when ours is done
One minute he's here and then he's gone
His vision is sharp like that of a cat
He plies dark shadows and thinks he is smart
He is the nocturnal man.
He preys on innocent victims at night
He robs them of their property as though it's his right
They know better than to put up a fight
'Cause if fighting you must, losing your life you might
In the hands of the nocturnal man.
He wears a bulging oversized coat
It hides the wares of his trade and what-not
You dare to accost him during his goings-on
Alas! You might collide with him head-on
This nocturnal man.
But how long will he go on preying on innocent victims?
How long will he reap from the fields he did not sow?
How long will he play God and decide who dies?
How long till it feels safe to sleep at night-
Without fear of the nocturnal man?
Maybe the long arms of the law will catch up with him
Maybe the mob will give him their taste of justice
Maybe the good Lord will save him from robbery
Maybe, just maybe, the good Lord will call him home
And we will find rest from the nocturnal man.
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