Written by GLENN TIPTON



They are dying on the dance floor

They are lying in debris

They are fading with exhaustion

From the mortal injuries



They are hungry and need feeding

They've resigned themselves to fate

They are desperate men

Death's written on their face



When your will to live

Is all but gone

And you're left alone

But you need someone - feed on me

Feed on me



They're outgunned and they're outnumbered

But they'll never turn to run

And the 'in name of freedom's'

Written with their blood



Some would call them mercenary

But they always knew the pain

Inevitably far outweighs the gain



Feed on me

Feed on me if you need to breath

Feed on me



When your hunger strikes you down again

And you feel your inner strength has drained - Feed on me

Feed on me



Feed on me - I got what you need

Feed on me

Feed on me - don't accept defeat 



They aredying on the dance floor

They are lying in debris

They are fading with exhaustion

From the mortal injuries



Some would call them mercenary

But they always knew the pain

Enevitably far outweighs the gain



When your will to live has almost gone

And you're left alone and you need someone

Feed on me

Feed on me



Feed on me 

Feed on me - I got what you need

Feed on me

Feed on me - don't accept defeat