It may have been that restless fullmoon In the early months of May When at night that air gets hot Nocturnal voices call on you to play Lazarus drove a golden Cadillac Scorned black by rust and dust He once said he was a religious man But that I'm sure was lust Listen to the still of night It calls out your weakness So choose wise, your prophets 'Cause if you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay It may have been, that tortured black June When evil came to say When I'm right, you'll feel my heat Destiny will pave your way Lazarus drove a golden Cadillac Scorned black by rust and dust He once said he was a religious man But that I'm sure was lust Listen to the still of night It calls out your weakness So choose wise, your prophets 'Cause if you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay If you play you pay