I am a sick manI 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