He believes that he's a back door man
When he's around with his LA woman,
But he doesn't care about his wild love
Cause he's a wandering musician.
He knew that the day destroyed the night
And the night divided the day
But at highways dawn he used to wait for the sun
On a cold blue Sunday.
He was having strange days
So one day he went to a whiskey bar
A purple car hissed by the cafe window
The wild child poured some beer from a jar
It was five to one in the evening
And it was time for him to return home
To the same old hyacinth house
Where he'd eat lemons in a latino chrome
He wrote to the devil before he slept
And asked him to bless the world with a crystal car
That would take everone on a moonlight drive
Where engines would run on glue and tar
The wild child finally fell asleep
And dreamt of a soft parade with bull fights
The night finally came to an end
It came to an end, the american night.
