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