Blood

She didn't think that I was up to the job
I had to tell her that the blood means nothin'
These crimes of passion really get her off
The blood means nothin', ya don't mean nothin' at all
She didn't think that I was up to the job
I had to tell her that the blood means nothin'
These crimes of passion really get her off
The blood means nothin', ya don't mean nothin' at all

Slave your whole life away
Hamster in a wheel with your 401k
I tried it and went crazy
The money don't matter
When you die you get nothin'
Fold your hand and go off the grid
Everyone is gonna tell ya that you're stupid
In the end it won't matter
When you die you get nothin'
Ya you die and get nothin'

She didn't think that I was up to the job
I had to tell her that the blood means nothin'
These crimes of passion really get her off
The blood means nothin', ya don't mean nothin' at all

She forged the affidavit
Filled up the tank and went on the run
Don't think she ever made it
They found a burnt Honda Civic and a loaded gun
They'll calm ya down with a ooey-gooey happy pill, ya
Queue up the memories that ya haven't even ever lived yet
Don't think she ever really made it
They found a burnt Honda Civic and a loaded gun

She didn't think that I was up to the job
I had to tell her that the blood means nothin'
These crimes of passion really get her off
The blood means nothin', ya don't mean nothin' at all
She didn't think that I was up to the job
I had to tell her that the blood means nothin'
These crimes of passion really get her off
The blood means nothin', ya don't mean nothin' at all



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Writer(s): Paul Roberts
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