Testo Possum By Night

When the house lights all go down
Shuffle on down to the park
Stare at stars in the winter sky
Days of refugee in short supply

All your parasites climb abord
All your vagabonds praise the lord
When the compost pile goes high
Climb to the top if I try
Long hauled truckers still wide awake
Guard their pathways for Jesus' sake

All your garbage trucks to the curb
True sons of the living word

Try not to get stuck in the intake vent
Grow fat and grow old and grow blind and be content

All your pack dogs have your say
Let me just find my own way
Moon in the trees my guide
Walk with my jaw hinged wide
Once more onto the bridge
Safe in the spots that the light can't reach