Blood in the Water
Stare at the sun
Stare at the sun
We'll drop the bomb
But they've already won
I've never killed before
I bet it's fun
The blood is in the water
I feel it getting hotter
I'm just a little man
A little man
I count my dead with my head in the sand
Nobody cries no more
Nobody can
The blood is in the water
The fields are full of potters and I...
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could...
Go on and jump
Go on and jump
We're at the gallow now
We're good as hung
Unman the oars
The boat's already sunk
The blood is in the water
They're cannons
We're the fodder
I come a dime a dozen
I come a dime a dozen
Lay me to bed with my head in the oven
Yea, I'm gonna die but, hell
I never wasn't
The blood is in the water
They've led me to the slaughter and I...
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could fly
They're on the hunt
The dogs are on the hunt
You sealed your fate
It's too late to bite your tongue
It won't be long now
I hear the drums
The blood is in the water
Succumb to the marauders
I'll burn it down
I'll burn it down
They gave me nothing
So I'll settle accounts
You cry for help but
They let you drown
They whelm you in the water
Then hold you in like cotter pins, I...
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could fly
Stare at the sun
We'll drop the bomb
But they've already won
I've never killed before
I bet it's fun
The blood is in the water
I feel it getting hotter
I'm just a little man
A little man
I count my dead with my head in the sand
Nobody cries no more
Nobody can
The blood is in the water
The fields are full of potters and I...
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could...
Go on and jump
Go on and jump
We're at the gallow now
We're good as hung
Unman the oars
The boat's already sunk
The blood is in the water
They're cannons
We're the fodder
I come a dime a dozen
I come a dime a dozen
Lay me to bed with my head in the oven
Yea, I'm gonna die but, hell
I never wasn't
The blood is in the water
They've led me to the slaughter and I...
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could fly
They're on the hunt
The dogs are on the hunt
You sealed your fate
It's too late to bite your tongue
It won't be long now
I hear the drums
The blood is in the water
Succumb to the marauders
I'll burn it down
I'll burn it down
They gave me nothing
So I'll settle accounts
You cry for help but
They let you drown
They whelm you in the water
Then hold you in like cotter pins, I...
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could fly
Credits
Writer(s): Darrin Lindsay, Joseph Putnam, Mark Hodges, Jr.
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