Nocturnal by Murdock.
Nocturnal
If I were a woman, I'd slap you in the face
But I'm not allowed to, not a part of your race
Some girls always tell me, "Equal rights aren't fair,
They just get thrown out of the window", truly.
If I were a crook, I wouldn't look you in the eye,
Roaming round your boring shop, looking for crap to buy.
Why do you always follow me?
Why do you always stare at me?
Is it I'm nocturnal?
Nocturnal
You think that I'm diseased because the things that I believe
But it is you, my friend, who ends up in the sticky end.
Some sink so slowly, before they can be free,
But I am not alone.
If I were a Satanist, preaching in the street
I fear that I would be shot because of my beliefs
But if I were a Christian, or a Holy Man in an S.A. band
Then maybe they'd adore me.
Nocturnal
You think that I'm diseased because the things that I believe
But it is you, my friend, who ends up in the sticky end.
Some sink so slowly, before they can be free,
But I am not alone, no.
Paul Russell: vocals, guitar
Adam Hughes: bass
Peter Haig: drums
David Breeze: lead guitar
Lyrics by Paul Russell, music by Murdock.
Strings: Debbie Codling
Fender Rhodes: Joe Catcheside
Copyright © & ℗ Murdock 2001.
Recorded at PMC Studios, Plymouth.
Engineered and mastered by Phil Sheppard.
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