I drive in the dark and the quiet,

I drive where the shadows abound.

I drive while the streets are still silent

and traffic lights starble the ground.

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I drive while the city lies sleeping.

I drive while the good people dream.

I drive where the shadow men burgle

and criminals cohort and scheme.

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I drive in the back-alley side-streets.

I drive where the mafia rule.

I drive where the favors are traded

and bosses are clever and cruel.

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I drive where asylums are cloistered

high up and on top of the hill.

I drive past the window bar yawnings

where cackles come desperate and chill.

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I drive where florescent is only

I drive where the daylight is out.

I drive in the midnight in Gotham,

for the Batman must always be out.