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