I am a sick man
I am a spiteful man
And if your voice just would linger Id pull back at the bar
And Id be a wealthy man
Blood, meat, torture music
Theres a man in a coach who follows me home
With a black hat and two knives in tow
Such a handsome boy with such clear sense; a handsome boy
Such a graceful life, a wasteful rich; a handsome boy.
I couldnt be much more pleased, Ive missed the train
Well have a drink and talk of things; the weather, whatever
You sing to meall sound shut down
Theres an old gentleman at my door
But something wont let me let him in
Come on, come on, are you ready. To meet me in a pitch dark alley
Come on, come on, are you ready. To meet me on a lonely road
I am a spiteful man
And if your voice just would linger Id pull back at the bar
And Id be a wealthy man
Blood, meat, torture music
Theres a man in a coach who follows me home
With a black hat and two knives in tow
Such a handsome boy with such clear sense; a handsome boy
Such a graceful life, a wasteful rich; a handsome boy.
I couldnt be much more pleased, Ive missed the train
Well have a drink and talk of things; the weather, whatever
You sing to meall sound shut down
Theres an old gentleman at my door
But something wont let me let him in
Come on, come on, are you ready. To meet me in a pitch dark alley
Come on, come on, are you ready. To meet me on a lonely road