Testo: Dead Weather. Horehound. No Hassle Night.

I'm looking for a palce to go
When the sun goes down
And stays down
I'm looking for a place to go
Where I can lay low
Die slow

My baby, she's uptight
Her face is frozen in daylight
My darlin', she's a drifter
Nothing out there seems to fit her

I'm looking for a hassle night I've become her and it hurts my mind
I'm looking for a hassle night
I've become her and it hurts my mind
I'm looking for a hassle night

My baby, she's a burglar
Nothin I know, can deter her
I'm looking for a palce to go
I can lay low