The night comes down, Darkness replaces the light, Blood on my sleeve gets dim and dry
Trying not to breathe Bright fires took my sight We won't sleep for a long, so hold on tight
Paint your face, your bloody cheeks And don't be scared of shaggy freaks They're looking calm, but [they're] mad like dogs Be careful, brother, don't get shot
[Dave]: The night comes down No more light Paint your face And don't get shot