In The Dead of Night
In the dead of night
When the wallbugs bite
The footslave’s light
Illuminates the ground
In the dead of night
When the wallbugs bite
A mistress might
Approach without a sound
In the dead of night
When the wallbugs bite
The footslave’s plight
Is to be kicked around
In the dead of night
When the wallbugs bite
The footslave’s contrite
Lips can be found



