Wipe the hand-stamp off your face and wrist And the sweat from my face Empty the coffers and pull the trigger one more time And seize a little day She screams at the box to play another song for her But she'll burn down that stage In the morning they tell us that she will rise And haunt this place What a lovely sight We've got another night This morning is gonna make us right All the hurtin' left over from the night before What a lovely sight This morning after is gonna make room for more We've got another night What a lovely sight We've got another night This morning is gonna make us right