I am a sick manI am a spiteful man And if your voice just would linger Id pull back at the bar And Id be a wealthy man Blood, meat, torture music Theres a man in a coach who follows me home With a black hat and two knives in tow Such a handsome boy with such clear sense; a handsome boy Such a graceful life, a wasteful rich; a handsome boy. I couldnt be much more pleased, Ive missed the train Well have a drink and talk of things; the weather, whatever You sing to meall sound shut down Theres an old gentleman at my door But something wont let me let him in Come on, come on, are you ready. To meet me in a pitch dark alley Come on, come on, are you ready. To meet me on a lonely road