Small town murder scene smells like paint and gasoline

The bottom basement stair is caked in blood and matted hair

A single hanging bulb does its best to cut the gloom

Casts a sickly yellow light on all the things we never use

A spade and shovel some broken chairs and you

It's a shame how the light of day can undo a made up face

But in the evening you still look fine

So pour another glass of wine put another record on

We'll let those goddamn Stanley boys sing another killing song

For pretty Polly, the Knoxville girl, and you

Well it's alright valentine, there will be moonlight through the pines

Well it's alright valentine, leave those street lights far behind

When you're gone, when you're gone