Some nights the car's hot
And she decides where she'll take you
Some nights the road doesn't matter
What matters is feeling you're going
Some nights the radio playing Neil Young
Seems to have figured out who you are
Some nights look like a vice
That you never want to quit, ever
Some nights you raise a bit of racket
So they hear you won't change anymore
Those nights between thighs and mosquitoes
And fog and joints you call 'tu'
Some nights you've got some wound
That some girlfriend of yours will disinfect
Some nights with bars already closed
At the first rest stop someone will celebrate
That whoever's content enjoys
Or you'll never be awake at all
See you at Mario's sooner or later
Some nights you feel master
Of a place that anyway isn't there by day
Some nights if you're lucky
You knock on the door of someone like you
There's a night that holds you between her t*ts
A bit mom a bit wh*re as she is
Those nights to make love in
Until it hurts until it's gone
'Cause if you settle, you enjoy
Or we'll give them to you
Some nights you're just happier
Greedier, more naive and as much a d*ckhead as you can
Those nights are exactly that vice
That I never want to quit, ever
That whoever's content enjoys
Or you'll never be awake at all