sundown on the sorry day by night lights the children pray i know you're probably getting ready for bed beautiful woman get out of my head i'm so tired of the same old crud sweet baby i need fresh blood
the moon shines in the autumn sky growing cold the leaves all die i'm more alone than i've ever been help me out of the shape i'm in after the fires, before the flood my sweet baby i need fresh blood
whatever trepidation you may feel in your heart you know it's not real in a moment of clarity summon an act of charity you've got to pull me out of this mud sweet baby i need fresh blood