Theres 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 streetcreeps and their pushers here
have all gone
Slowly swept below the streets
where they belong
But theres something not right
Its the violence we love
Theres 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