Wipe the Blood from Your Eyes and Drive

Given some hands to erase them
Given some hands to destroy
Given the world like a shiny new pearl
Given away like a toy

Given the lack of a reason
Given the jealous black rage
Given the rubble surrounding your bubble
Given the bars of a cage

Buckets of blood if you're winning
Buckets of blood if you lose
Painting the door of the father's first born
Never given the right to refuse

Given the cops and the sinners
Given the thieves and the saints
Given the lies and the scales on your eyes
Given the gristle and bone on your plate

Given the chance for redemption
Given a moment to breathe
Given the cash and your hand on the lash
Given the chance you just leave

Buckets of blood if you're winning
Buckets of blood if you lose
Painting the door of your father's first born
Never given the right to refuse
Painting the door of the father's first born
Set the match and then light the fuse

What have we learned now that the cities have burned
Wipe the blood from your eyes and drive it's your turn



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Aronsen
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