Small Town Murder Scene

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