Under the yellow fog the local diggers cry Leave all your dead outside Leave all your dead outside They walk the neon strand With bitter appetite They won't sleep tonight They won't sleep tonight Under the silver sky the bandit throws a five She is my only vice? She is my only vice? I walk the neon strand with bitter appetite I won't sleep tonight I won't sleep tonight
And if there's something that you think you heard A stupid question, but don't say a word And if there's something that you think you heard A broke consenous or rather a curse Tonight
Under the yellow fog you wanna run and hide She won't sleep tonight She won't sleep tonight
Under the silver sky she don't feel alright We won't sleep tonight We won't sleep tonight
Under the winter moon the local diggers cry She won't sleep tonight She won't sleep tonight Sleep tonight