And when your heart’s dried up
That's when the real vampires come
It's gonna leave a real gash
Once they suck your blood

And if you wanna play dead
Maybe i'll rat you out
Then we can play a different kind of game
One more skill than luck

And when you finally go down
Nobody's gonna be around
I missed you sober
I hope you stay awhile

And when you go downtown
I wanna be the blood on your hands
The driver of the getaway van
Your back door

And when you lay so limp
Lost in florescent light
Do you think of the fantasy land
That you dreamt last night

And is it anywhere but this
You think you'd rather be
A feeling dead as disco
On a laptop screen
And maybe in some twist of fate
I'll be the promise you keep
And if you cure my head
Forfeit the memory

And when you go downtown
I'm gonna be the blood on your hands
The driver of the stolen caravan
Your white horse