Verse 
A                           F#m 
Stumble on to the pavement; they're strapped tight to bed 
              Bm 
They've got a fetish for sheep, straitjacket sheets 
    E                        E/G# A 
But I've got Randy Newman in my head 
                              F#m 
This is no corn-fed day, it's gloomy, blue, and cold 
     F#m/A Bm 
So let the muggings occur, I feel secure 
     E 
They say that I'm peculiar 


[Refrão]
 
    D          F#m           E 
And oh I don't know, I don't care 
        E               D 
I'll be waiting for you there 
           F#m             E 
Crave this chill, bathe in black 
                                D 
All the ghouls and fiends attack 
         F#m         E                            D 
Knees go weak, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon 
           F#m                   E 
Praise the night, oh, praise the night 
         E             A 
The only time I feel alright 

Verse 
A                           F#m 
Under the sun gods stare, I wince and blossom hives 
             Bm 
Counting the fractions of day, rotting away 
   E                                 A 
As businessmen just drink away their lives 
                                  F#m 
But when the stars once shy, come bloom and blanket earth 
         Bm 
I feel beloved and blessed, quite Byron-esque 
  E 
I need to just get off my chest that, oh 


[Refrão]
 
    D          F#m           E 
And oh I don't know, I don't care 
        E               D 
I'll be waiting for you there 
           F#m             E 
Crave this chill, bathe in black 
                                D 
All the ghouls and fiends attack 
      F#m         E                            D 
Eyes erupt, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon 
           F#m                   E 
Praise the night, oh, praise the night 
         E             A 
The only time I feel alright 

Solo 
A F#m Bm E 
A F#m Bm E 
Ooh... 


[Refrão]
 
    D          F#m           E 
And oh I don't know, I don't care 
        E               D 
I'll be waiting for you there 
           F#m             E 
Crave this chill, bathe in black 
                                D 
All the ghouls and fiends attack 
        F#m          E                            D 
Head combusts, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon 
           F#m                   E 
Praise the night, oh, praise the night 
         E             A 
The only time I feel alright