All the neighbors Never see me, But they wonder why I walk around at night. He gets hungry - I go hunting In the moonlit streets for somebody that's right.
Fresh blood - A sanguinary feast, Is all he's living for, And he craves it more and more... Showgirls, businessmen in suits In the midnight rain - If they walk alone, Are never seen again...
In the paper, Seems a florist Found in Lincoln Park died of some anemia. No-one raped her - Poor Dolores! Just detained her and drained her on the spot.
Fresh blood - A sanguinary feast, Is all he's living for, And he craves it more and more. Old men, ladies of the night Walking in the rain - If they walk alone, Are never seen again...
Fresh blood, it goes through me, flows through me... Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me!
No-one calls and No-one visits We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row. We don't want them To get to know us. Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close!
Fresh blood - A sanguinary feast, Is all I'm living for, And I crave it more and more. Bad girls, cops on the beat In the midnight rain - If they're out alone, Are never seen again...
Fresh blood, it goes through me, flows through me... Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me!