Sun down on the sorry day
By nightlights the children pray
I know you´re prob´ly gettin´ ready for bed
Beautiful woman get out of my head

I´m so tired of the same old [bad word] 
Sweet baby I need fresh blood

The moon shines on the autumn sky
Growin´ 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
Some little act of charity

You gotta pull me out of this mud
Sweet baby I need fresh blood