I wake up
in the basement
I'm so hungry
I'm dry
I must be here
sleepwalking
mustn't I
Getting up
from my easy chair
looking for my wife
Following a trail
of crimson spots
that lead
into the night
Suddenly I realize
I see it all
through real eyes
These crimson spots
are dripping
from my hand
And ooh
it makes me feel
like a man