Vampires of the West Coast Lyrics

last evening i fell for a vampire
and brooding black circles of bleeding young liver
a beautiful body of mortar and bile
with lovely grey eyelids that longed to retire
dreams of an old room with white plaster windows
and ghosts that would come as they go
they go, oh, oh (x4)
patience is daunting and after a while
his nerves start to wimper his body perspires
and reaches for bottles he threw to the water
with letters to mermaids and small sunken liners
now dressed all in algae so green and so lovely
with mothers in nightgowns asleep in their quarters
asleep (x4)
and if i were beautiful supple and touchable
to linger to suckle and lie in my bathwater
stay, stay, stay
the grums they are prancing like pirates to pillage
stay, stay, stay
the grums they are vampires bleeding my villian
ash till everythings caught up and dry
and the valley like snow
like snow- oh (x15)
he sings like a matchstick that holds by the fire
and old prairie cradles that creak like a choir
hot colds upon old wounds he curses his father
brings songs for his funeral pyre
and songs upon songs (x4)
for his funeral pyre