Fade To Black

I wonder where you are tonight You're probably on the rampage somewhere You have been known to take delight in gettin' in somebody's hair And you, you always had the knack, fade to black Bet you already made a pa*s, I see a darkened room somewhere You run your finger round the rim of his gla*s And run your fingers through his hair They scratch across his back, fade to black Well, maybe it's all for the best but I wish I'd never been la*soed Maybe, it's some kind of test but I wish I'd never been tattooed Or been to Hell and back, fade to black