Late Night Show - Omega

I had to wake the night-watch we arrived

'Cause it was only five in the morning

By four the stage was ready, and in the bar

Tired roadies were drinkin and smoking

Suddenly lights were on paling the sun

And we stood on the stage among the fans

Replying to the first tunes there was a scream

And it fused faces into a mass

After the curtains dropped we got worn out

Never even felt satisfaction

Outside police cars were whooming and we were told

It was only an upholding action

Crashed papers, posters were rolling on the floor

And crushed tins littered the empty hall

Crossing the scattered rubbish, we were to leave

The night-wath came to lock the door