Blood from Salad Days by Eliot Wilder

It’s dirty down here
And it always smells moldy and rank
And the windows
The windows are lacquered with grime
There’s no way out
There’s no way in
And the shadows move in a wicked pantomime

You're in my blood
You're in my heart and soul
You're down deep in the deepest well
You're in my blood
You're in my dreams and desires
Please release me from this hell

Got a picture of Jesus
And he’s flashing a lurid grin
And I pray
I pray that he will save me
Whatever he does
Whatever that is
It’s much more
More than you gave me

Last night I dreamed
That you and I were making love
And you bled
You bled all over the covers
You bit my flesh
You smoked a cigar
And I wondered if you did this
With all your lovers

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