sun down on the sorry day.
by the nightlights - 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.
whoo!
the moon shines on 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.
whoo!
whatever trepidation you may feel -
in your heart - you know it's not real.
in a moment of clarity
some little act of charity.
you gotta pull me out of this mud.
sweet baby - i need fresh blood.
whoo!
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