All the neighbors
Never see me,
But they wonder why I walk around at night.
He gets hungry -
I go hunting
In the moonlit streets for somebody that's right.

Fresh blood -
sanguinary feast,
Is all he's living for,
And he craves it more and more...
Showgirls, businessmen in suits
In the midnight rain -
If they walk alone,
Are never seen again...

In the paper,
Seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park died of some anemia.
No-one raped her -
Poor Dolores!
Just detained her and drained her on the spot.

Fresh blood -
sanguinary feast,
Is all he's living for,
And he craves it more and more.
Old men, ladies of the night
Walking in the rain -
If they walk alone,
Are never seen again...

Fresh blood, it goes through me, flows through me...
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me!

No-one calls and
No-one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row.
We don't want them
To get to know us.
Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close!

Fresh blood -
sanguinary feast,
Is all I'm living for,
And I crave it more and more.
Bad girls, cops on the beat
In the midnight rain -
If they're out alone,
Are never seen again...

Fresh blood, it goes through me, flows through me...
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me!