The song is for catching the blood you shed nFor there's no escaping the quick and the dead nThe beggars of madness who fall at your feet nThe blind and the damaged have taken to the streetnnYou know you talk too much nBoy you must be losing your touchnnFor flirting with danger, for feeding the dread nFor walking the streets where angels fear to tread nGot a little bit damaged as the lights went down nFor taking a joy ride through the wrong side of townnnFor a ticket to nowhere they followed you home nFor pieces of silver they've shaken your bones nRemember the madness, the time and the place nRemember the thunder that rained on your facennYou couldn't talk your way out nOf a dust-up you could do withoutnnFor flirting with danger, for feeding the dread nFor walking the streets where angels fear to tread nGot a little bit damaged as the lights went down nFor taking a joy ride through the wrong side of townnnYou know you talk too much nBoy you must be losing your touchnnFor flirting with danger, for feeding the dread nFor walking the streets where angels fear to treadnnLa la la la la...nnThis song is for catching the blood you shed nThis song is for grieving the quick and the dead nFor the blind and the damaged that follow you you home nFor the one eyed man who wouldn't leave you alone