Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?
Chorus:
We want the young blood
Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Flea-bitten, moth eaten?
Chorus:
We suck young blood
We suck young blood
Won't let the creeping ivy
Won't let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned
Chorus:
We want the sweet meats
We want the young blood