Blood

You might have thought you were in for a good time
Well maybe some other time
Because you're legless and your heart is a mess
Try to get your shit figured out
We got people all spread out back in the alley
Itching for a showdown
I'm all yours if you're lookin' to dance
So baby come on take your knives out

You got the blood
On your face and all over your clothes
Come on come on
On your face and all over your clothes
Come on come on
Just let me know when you're ready
Know when you're ready

Friday night lights, back in the saddle like
John Wayne riding a motorbike
You come in here with your hair did up like
A priestess, fucking with dynamite
I said hold on a minute, I got my limits
Stand and deliver a tasteful exhibit
Kick one back and I'm just not with it
Teeth out flashing a smile

You got the blood
On your face and all over your clothes
Come on come on
On your face and all over your clothes
Come on come on
Just let me know when you're ready
Know when you're ready

You got the blood
You got the blood
You got the blood
You got the blood



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Lichtag
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