Have a night at home, keep your front door closed All the men outside can sleep in zebra coats The note strikes a chord and it's such a drag Oh, what a night They sent a young man to fight the old man's fight But, can i get another dance? Fight your fist with my own goodbye Give another call to your own home phone Tell yourself you always have set the tone You once heard a man say that he was dead Oh, is that right? We've been living just to find a way to die But can i get another dance? Fight your fist with my own goodbye Well, he's all bad I heard But he's alright to you But can you scream at night and claim it as your tune? Can you shoot another man and hope he pulls through? Can you shoot another man and hope he pulls through? Can you shoot another man and hope he pulls through?