Lyrics:

The road to hell is paved
With the souls of old failed singers
The wild, wild eyes, the non stop whys -
The dreadful songs they bring us
Their get up and go
Makes me lie down and die
Their pug ugly row
Makes the little ones cry
Sweet side silver night
Sheds her skin in the cold spotlight
Sweet side silver night -
It's in the color of her hair
Tired of losing face
And lost in summer thunder
Casual attire with no spare tyre
You sit at home and wonder
Sweet side silver night
Spills her gin in the pale moonlight
Sweet side silver night -
It's in the way she never cares