| Song | Darkling Down |
| Artist | Walter Becker |
| Album | Circus Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well, along in the twenty first hour | |
| When the whole damn grid goes down | |
| This is how a party gets started | |
| In for a penny, in for a pound | |
| All at once the whole joint goes quiet | |
| And all the wavy lines go straight | |
| One fool among fools is wondering | |
| What happens if | |
| I die too late? | |
| Get back with your dime store nihilism | |
| Big daddy's on a glory run | |
| Gettin' down on the cellular level | |
| Just in case | |
| I got to call someone | |
| Darkling down on a darkling plain | |
| In the dim dank night of the pissin'-down rain | |
| Darkling down on the balls of his ass | |
| While he prays and waits for the storm to pass | |
| Lemme show you where the good thing happens | |
| It's a barbershop in | |
| InglewoodToo bad we won't get past the bouncer | |
| Sadly I've been banned for good | |
| Well, there's a coffee shop right ‘round the corner | |
| The proprietor knows my name | |
| Cup of Joe and a | |
| Vicks inhaler | |
| Now you're ready for the big boy game | |
| Steady son come seven come eleven | |
| If either one of us can count that high | |
| Muscatel if the deal gets dicey | |
| Milk and honey in the by and by | |
| Darkling down, it's a damn disgrace | |
| Going round and round in a very small place | |
| Darkling down with a hole in his soul | |
| That he can't explain and he can't control | |
| For the fun or for the money | |
| For the fuck of it or just because | |
| Listen friend, this is no damn picnic | |
| But let's imagine for a minute that it was | |
| Who will feast on this buzzard's banquet? | |
| Who will render my heroic bust? | |
| Who will choke on my lachrymose musings? | |
| Who will eat my zero dust? | |
| Who will wear this puke-streaked tunic? | |
| Who shall gorge on this cup of spleen? | |
| Who will sing about the good, bad and ugly? | |
| And all and everything in between? | |
| Darkling down, this is | |
| God's good man | |
| On his hands and knees livin' | |
| God's good plan | |
| Darkling down and we don't know still | |
| When he'll come around if he ever will | |
| Darkling down on a zero- | |
| G diveAnd we just can't say will the fool survive | |
| Darkling down in a seven- | |
| G turnGlowing like a coal in the after burn |
| Well, along in the twenty first hour | |
| When the whole damn grid goes down | |
| This is how a party gets started | |
| In for a penny, in for a pound | |
| All at once the whole joint goes quiet | |
| And all the wavy lines go straight | |
| One fool among fools is wondering | |
| What happens if | |
| I die too late? | |
| Get back with your dime store nihilism | |
| Big daddy' s on a glory run | |
| Gettin' down on the cellular level | |
| Just in case | |
| I got to call someone | |
| Darkling down on a darkling plain | |
| In the dim dank night of the pissin' down rain | |
| Darkling down on the balls of his ass | |
| While he prays and waits for the storm to pass | |
| Lemme show you where the good thing happens | |
| It' s a barbershop in | |
| InglewoodToo bad we won' t get past the bouncer | |
| Sadly I' ve been banned for good | |
| Well, there' s a coffee shop right ' round the corner | |
| The proprietor knows my name | |
| Cup of Joe and a | |
| Vicks inhaler | |
| Now you' re ready for the big boy game | |
| Steady son come seven come eleven | |
| If either one of us can count that high | |
| Muscatel if the deal gets dicey | |
| Milk and honey in the by and by | |
| Darkling down, it' s a damn disgrace | |
| Going round and round in a very small place | |
| Darkling down with a hole in his soul | |
| That he can' t explain and he can' t control | |
| For the fun or for the money | |
| For the fuck of it or just because | |
| Listen friend, this is no damn picnic | |
| But let' s imagine for a minute that it was | |
| Who will feast on this buzzard' s banquet? | |
| Who will render my heroic bust? | |
| Who will choke on my lachrymose musings? | |
| Who will eat my zero dust? | |
| Who will wear this pukestreaked tunic? | |
| Who shall gorge on this cup of spleen? | |
| Who will sing about the good, bad and ugly? | |
| And all and everything in between? | |
| Darkling down, this is | |
| God' s good man | |
| On his hands and knees livin' | |
| God' s good plan | |
| Darkling down and we don' t know still | |
| When he' ll come around if he ever will | |
| Darkling down on a zero | |
| G diveAnd we just can' t say will the fool survive | |
| Darkling down in a seven | |
| G turnGlowing like a coal in the after burn |
| Well, along in the twenty first hour | |
| When the whole damn grid goes down | |
| This is how a party gets started | |
| In for a penny, in for a pound | |
| All at once the whole joint goes quiet | |
| And all the wavy lines go straight | |
| One fool among fools is wondering | |
| What happens if | |
| I die too late? | |
| Get back with your dime store nihilism | |
| Big daddy' s on a glory run | |
| Gettin' down on the cellular level | |
| Just in case | |
| I got to call someone | |
| Darkling down on a darkling plain | |
| In the dim dank night of the pissin' down rain | |
| Darkling down on the balls of his ass | |
| While he prays and waits for the storm to pass | |
| Lemme show you where the good thing happens | |
| It' s a barbershop in | |
| InglewoodToo bad we won' t get past the bouncer | |
| Sadly I' ve been banned for good | |
| Well, there' s a coffee shop right ' round the corner | |
| The proprietor knows my name | |
| Cup of Joe and a | |
| Vicks inhaler | |
| Now you' re ready for the big boy game | |
| Steady son come seven come eleven | |
| If either one of us can count that high | |
| Muscatel if the deal gets dicey | |
| Milk and honey in the by and by | |
| Darkling down, it' s a damn disgrace | |
| Going round and round in a very small place | |
| Darkling down with a hole in his soul | |
| That he can' t explain and he can' t control | |
| For the fun or for the money | |
| For the fuck of it or just because | |
| Listen friend, this is no damn picnic | |
| But let' s imagine for a minute that it was | |
| Who will feast on this buzzard' s banquet? | |
| Who will render my heroic bust? | |
| Who will choke on my lachrymose musings? | |
| Who will eat my zero dust? | |
| Who will wear this pukestreaked tunic? | |
| Who shall gorge on this cup of spleen? | |
| Who will sing about the good, bad and ugly? | |
| And all and everything in between? | |
| Darkling down, this is | |
| God' s good man | |
| On his hands and knees livin' | |
| God' s good plan | |
| Darkling down and we don' t know still | |
| When he' ll come around if he ever will | |
| Darkling down on a zero | |
| G diveAnd we just can' t say will the fool survive | |
| Darkling down in a seven | |
| G turnGlowing like a coal in the after burn |