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 fluorescent 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