Ms. Night Video (MV)

It's the final curtain
For the exploitation show
The last act is my favorite
They rob the manor while it burns

And there used to be a disco
At the corner of this block
Back in the days when it was good enough knowing
What you were not

Pardon the brass knuckles
The fear mongering isn't true
We only confirm order
I loved the I was when I was with you

I see these drunken children
Debating the vibrant future
Convinced the change is coming
Just like we used to

I'll infiltrate their hierarchy
As a diplomat disguised
It's all a dream anyway
I write propaganda for the good guys

Oh, oh
I don't care if I'm pitiful
I'll follow Ms. Night
Where she goes

Oh, oh
I'm all out of miracles
I work for the government
It's really that simple

We can follow Ms. Night, where she goes

The audience awaits the players
In a single file
We flaunt red-rose bouquets
Express our graceful denial

Cause even in these drowned years
Actors still desire celebrity
Just like believers bury their dead
Despite the flooded cemeteries

I bought her antiques
A last generation cell phone
She flips her platinum hair
Quotes historians who say these just made them feel more alone

We stroll our purple sidewalks
Find a public restaurant
Agents get meal credit
I love the Waldorf's breakfast croissant

And whether I'm undercover
Nobody cares anymore
Whenever the water rises
Morality becomes a bit of a bore

And oh, those revolutionaries
Clinging to their resisting
The value of power's gone down
I get a kick from simply existing

So I love her neon tongue
I cherish how she moans
The banks are long gone
But I still remember my loans

I used to be a painter, or maybe it was a writer
Maybe I was a musician or maybe I was a liar
Maybe I believed maybe I grieved
Maybe I was the last loyal squire

Oh, oh
I don't care if I'm pitiful
I'll follow Ms. Night
Where she goes

Oh, oh
I'm all out of miracles
I work for the government
It's really that simple

We can follow Ms. Night, where she goes