There is a Tavern in Ko-ro-ba,
They call the Midnight Run,
Its been the home to many a man,
And the slaves know, I am one.
My mother, she was a singer,
She taught me how to love,
My father, he was an assassin,
For Ko--ro--ba...
Oh the only thing a killer see's,
Is the price placed on your head,
And the only time he's satisfied,
Is when his target's dead...
Now Friends, I do implore you,
Not to be what I've become,
Do not waste you lives in the bottle,
In the Tavern of the Midnight Run...
Well, I've got one foot on the Tavern stones,
The other foot in my grave,
I'm going back to the bottle, friends,
Where I shall be enslaved..
There is a Tavern in Ko-ro-ba,
They call the Midnight Run,
It's been the home to many a man,
And the slaves know, I am one...
*Xavier 