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