It may have been that restless fullmoon
 
 In the early months of May
 
 When at night that air gets hot
 
 Nocturnal voices call on you to play
 
  
  Lazarus drove a golden Cadillac
 
 Scorned black by rust and dust
 
 He once said he was a religious man
 
 But that I'm sure was lust
  
 
 Listen to the still of night
 
 It calls out your weakness
 
 So choose wise, your prophets
 
 'Cause if you play you pay
  
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay
  
 
 It may have been, that tortured black June
 
 When evil came to say
 
 When I'm right, you'll feel my heat
 
 Destiny will pave your way
  
 
 Lazarus drove a golden Cadillac
 
 Scorned black by rust and dust
 
 He once said he was a religious man
 
 But that I'm sure was lust
  
 
 Listen to the still of night
 
 It calls out your weakness
 
 So choose wise, your prophets
 
 'Cause if you play you pay
  
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay
  
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay
 
 If you play you pay