Waiting For Blood

There’s a man who's just been waiting here

All night long

As he watches you

He's smiling there all alone

He needs something better but he knows

You're on your own

All the street creeps and their pushers here

Have all gone

Slowly swept below the streets

Where they belong

But there’s something not right

It’s the violence we love

There’s a man in the darkness

Waiting for blood

Watch the broken television come to life

As the story cuts right through you like a knife

Under cold neon light, its the violence we love

And from the gutter he crawls

Waiting for blood