There's not much else to complain about...
Not much else you could say throughout...
At the end of the day the lights go out...
And the filth is free to walk about...

Overnight I'm... Hazy.

God seems to sleep when the moon comes up...
By the end of the day he's had enough...
Everyday doesn't seem so tough...
When the sun won't shine to call your bluff...

Overnight...