Waiting for Blood - Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats

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, its 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