I went down to Lloyd Center looking for you
But a mouth full of anger blocked my view
He took your hand there in the skating rink
God will give him blood to drink
Saw the two of you leaving
I didn't wanna follow behind
But I could see the rest of your evening burning in my mind
The sky's black, the moon's pink
God will give him blood to drink
I looked over the railing, the ice was white
On the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend
On a Friday night
I went mining for gold, I struck pure, fresh zinc
God, God will give him blood to drink
Hey hey hey