I walk down to the tavern, just want to clear my head But the bar room is loud with an odd little crowd The same creatures living under my bed They’re loose on the streets when the Sun is at rest Strange, strange friends I take my place at the bar, become a part of the set With a woman in gold and a cat and a crow And a couple of cold, gaunt men The Moon will play tricks on us time and again Strange, strange friends So I sit among lost souls, who can’t find any rest I share drinks with the sinful, the saintly The worst and the best And I’ll still be here after this life ends with my Strange, strange friends