Texty: The Mountain Goats. Standard Bitter Love Song #8.

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 the rink.
god will give him blood to drink.

saw the two of you leaving.
I didn't want to 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. 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