On a West Virigina road I did just as I was told
And you smile but your vampire complexion still shows.
[don’t you think it’s time to take your fangs out of my mind?]
But Mary, don’t cry, please don’t you cry. Mary, please don’t you cry.
From what the rest of us could tell dad tried his best but finally fell...
And sometimes when its quiet my heart feels like Guernica.
Were you not forged in grief, avenging lions in the alabaster bas-relief?