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