I walk the streets at night all alone wearing all black. I speak not a word. I walk up and down the streets on my campus whistling to myself. I am basically on patrol. If i see trouble i step in and take guys out. The drunkards are like zombies. they stumble down the street with lazy eyes. The eyes are key, look into their eyes. Drunk girls have a certain look in their eyes. The drunk guys scream and yell like douche bags, i keep walking and keep to myself. I fear the result if some douche bags call me out. They would get a cane across the face, then as they fall to the ground i would stomp their faces with my clark dessert boots. i would then pull their head up by their hair and speak a few words to them, as their girls scream in terror. I keep the campus safe from rapists, drugs, and other scum. New bodies beat to a bloody pulp are found daily by the cops, the cops can not stop me....for I am the night walker.

Say it ain't so sugar...

Say it ain't so sugar...

I walk the streets in the day all alone wearing all white. I speak not a word. I walk up and down the streets on my campus whistling to myself. I am basically on patrol. If i see trouble i step in and take guys out. The espresshoes are like crackheads. they stroll down the street with lazer focus from 300 mg of caffine. The eyes are key, look into their eyes. Sober girls have a certain look in their eyes. The sober guys talk calmy, i keep walking and keep to myself. I fear the result if someone in all black clothes call me out. They would get a cane across the face, then as they fall to the ground i would stomp their faces with my clark dessert boots. i would then pull their head up by their hair and speak a few words to them, as their girls scream in terror. I keep the campus safe from rapists, drugs, and other scum. New bodies beat to a bloody pulp are found daily by the cops, the cops can not stop me....for I am the day man, fighter of the night man, champion of the sun

Its funny you should say that OP because I walk the streets at night all alone wearing all black. I speak not a word. I walk up and down the streets on my campus whistling to myself. I am basically on patrol. If i see trouble i step in and take guys out. The drunkards are like zombies. they stumble down the street with lazy eyes. The eyes are key, look into their eyes. Drunk girls have a certain look in their eyes. The drunk guys scream and yell like douche bags, i keep walking and keep to myself. I fear the result if some douche bags call me out. They would get a cane across the face, then as they fall to the ground i would stomp their faces with my clark dessert boots. i would then pull their head up by their hair and speak a few words to them, as their girls scream in terror. I keep the campus safe from rapists, drugs, and other scum. New bodies beat to a bloody pulp are found daily by the cops, the cops can not stop me....for I am the night walker.

That’s funny OP because in restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools, " said I, "You do not know
Silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells, of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence