We Suck Young Blood. (or, Your Time is up.) (4:56) track 7 off of hail to the thief Are you hungry? Are you sick? Are you begging for a break? Are you sweet? Are you fresh? Are you strung up by the wrists? (fois-gras style) We want the young blood. Are you fracturing? Are you torn at the seams? Would you do anything? Flea-bitten? Motheaten? We suck young blood? Won't let the creeping ivy Won't let the nervous bury me Our veins are thin Our rivers poisoned We swant the sweet meats. We want the young blood. We suck young blood We want the young blood. to track 8: the gloaming to hail to the thief to lyrics