The jagged yellow smile of the jaundiced moon
Pokes through the clouds and plays peekaboo
Spits light into the Room
In the Shadow of Love

The silent phantom its eyes watch lovers who
Make cloak and dagger plans to run away real soon
Leave this Ugly place and find a somewhere new

In the Shadow of Love
Where the Angels hide
I sit inside and call your name
In the Shadow of Love
I Play the fool and lose my cool
Aint that the way

Outside the hunter hides in the dark
Pulls back his bow and aims straight for the heart
Cupid smiles as his arrow hits the mark
In the shadow of Love

There amongst the sailors bones that heard the sirens call
Made Johnny walk the line and pride take a fall
Romeo and Juliet and Bogart and Bacall

In the Shadow of Love
Where the Angels hide
I sit inside and call your name
In the Shadow of Love
I Play the fool and lose my cool
Aint that the way

I am its witness felt hands laid on
Felt its warmth in the middle of a storm
Seen it reflected in the eyes of my newborn
LOVE…. love…. love….

Bonnie and Clyde Barrow on a jagged country road
Holding hands while machine guns unload
they died together and they wanted nothing more
In the Shadow Of Love
In the Shadow Of Love

MY HEART IS LIKE A VAMPIRE


My heart is like a Vampire      
It sticks its teeth in ***** you dry
Straight for the jugular
A parasite thats steals the light
A parasite that steals the life

I'll leave you like a haunted house
The locals will leave well alone
The only people who'll come round
Are desperate and curious
Desolate and curious

My words are like a smashed up mirror
They show but never ever tell
They speak a truth thats just my point of view
But soon you see through eyes like me
Yeah soon you'll see through eyes diseased

while life's too busy dying
deaths so alive and well  
in hungry jaws of the frat-house beast  
strums the strings of the tolling bell
and don’t you wear it well boy
in your long-pig leather suit
the cross hair of your blunderbuss
shooting anything that moves

when the have-not's smash their cages
you keep them busy with a foreign war
as "good old boys", hands down their pants
******* the corpse of more
the long knives they've been sharpened
the  guillotine will fall
best notify your next of kin
leave your first born by the door

well life's too busy dying
but deaths a rose in bloom
in the clammy hands of a businessman
being blown in a motel room
and don’t you wear her well boy?
why don’t she treat you right?
you’re her rabid backwash reflux *****
cause your bible belts too tight