This song is for catching the blood you shed
For there's no escaping the quick and the dead
The beggars of madness who fall at your feet
The blind and the damaged have taken the street

You know you talk too much
Boy you must be losing your touch

For flirting with danger, for feeding the dread
For walking the streets where angels fear to tread
Got a little bit damaged as the lights went down
For taking a joy ride through the wrong side of town

For a ticket to nowhere they followed you home
For pieces of silver they've shaken your bones
Remember the madness, the time and the place
Remember the thunder that rained on your face

You couldn't talk your way out
Of a dust-up you could do without

For flirting with danger, for feeding the dread
for walking the streets where angels fear to tread
got a little bit damaged as the lights went down
for taking a joy ride through the wrong side of town

you know you talk too much
boy you must be losing your touch

for flirting with danger for feeding the dread
for walking the streets where angels fear to tread

This song is for catching the blood you shed
This song is for grieving the quick and the dead
For the blind and the damaged who followed you home
And the one eyed man who wouldn't leave you alone