SWEET TIMES COME SELDOM, BABY! 

SAVAGE AT MIDNIGHT, 

LOVE TURNS TENDER IN THE DAWN LIGHT. 

SUNLIGHT, LANDLORD STARTS TO RUMBLE, 

METERS CLICK, FURNITURE STILL DUE. 

DAYLIGHT MAKES YOU HATE ME, 

LOVE IS THROUGH. 

 

LANDLORD MAKES HER HATE ME, 

PREACHER TOO, 

CHILDREN HUNGRY, 

FATHER GONE, 

FURNITURE NOT PAID FOR. 

DAWN HOLDS NO MAGIC FOR SEDALIA. 

 

MY BELOVED IS INNOCENT, 

BETRAYED, 

WATCHFUL, 

SOMEWHAT EVIL, 

SWEET AT MIDNIGHT, 

CELESTIAL IN THE DARK HOURS, 

BUT 

AFTER THE THRILLS 

COME THE BILLS.