Slipping on blood is expensive   Stepping on glass is electric   All this watered down flesh   Walking dead in a pretty little palace   Tender skin   Soft leather jacket   You can have it all   If the price is right   And the price is right      With their losses we can all pay   For the neon through the hallway      Really fancy on the surface   How will Dresden ever forgive us?    Behind cameras there are secrets   Thats the reason that you’ll read it   We could drink to    The hairs on your head   to the smell of your sweat    Two tale inbred       With their losses we can all pay   For the neon through the hallway