You want some
Brand new blood
You just can't get enough
Always looking for someone new
To hunt
Wandering through Vegas's streets
Searching for some teenage meat
To bring as an offering
To the beast
Oh no, not me
Don't say MEDIoCrity
The fear
The horse
The blood on the 7th door
There are some who'll
Break their bones
For a cover on Rolling Stone
They try to reach the top of the mountain
While they can't even run up that hill
You damn shiny things
A Mercedes Benz, a golden ring
The neighbor's cash is always
Greener than yours
Oh no, not me
Don't say big screens and MTV
The glow
The dock
The journey for the lost spark
Oh my sweet darlin'
Always remember your price
At the black market
Where the fat people are hangin' around
