As loud as hell
  A ringing bell
  Behind my smile
  It shakes my teeth
  And all the while
  As vampires feed

  I bleed (x3)

  Prithee, my dear,
  Why are we here
  Nobody knows 
  We go to sleep
  As breathing flows
  My mind secedes

  I bleed (x6)

  There's a place
  In the buried west
  In a cave
  With a house in it
  In the clay
  The holes of hands
  You can place 
  A hand in hand

  I bleed (x3)

		Black Francis
		(p) 1989 4-A-D