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 [bad word] 
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