Small town murder scene smells like paint and gasoline
The bottom basement stair is caked in blood and matted hair
A single hanging bulb does its best to cut the gloom
Casts a sickly yellow light on all the things we never use
A spade and shovel some broken chairs and you
It's a shame how the light of day can undo a made up face
But in the evening you still look fine
So pour another gla** of wine put another record on
We'll let those goddamn Stanley boys sing another k**ing song
For pretty Polly, the Knoxville girl, and you
Well it's alright valentine, there will be moonlight through the pines
Well it's alright valentine, leave those street lights far behind
When you're gone, when you're gone