Fade to Black

I wonder where you are tonight

You're probably on the rampage somewhere

You have been known to take delight in gettin' in somebody's hair

And you, you always had the knack, fade to black

Bet you already made a pass, I see a darkened room somewhere

You run your finger round the rim of his glass

And run your fingers through his hair

They scratch across his back, fade to black

Well, maybe it's all for the best but I wish I'd never been lassoed

Maybe, it's some kind of test but I wish I'd never been tattooed

Or been to Hell and back, fade to black