Blood Everywhere

When you hear the marching band
Echo in the canyon
The mind is left to wander
About what could have been
Now there's no use asking why
It ends how it begins
The eagle eats your eye
And it peels off your skin

There's gonna be blood
Blood everywhere
In your face, on your clothes, in your hair
You better run right out of here
There's nowhere left to hide
Blood everywhere
The folks at the Wal-Mart stand and stare
Thinkin' "There but for the grace of God go I"

What's around the corner?
What will happen next?
The odds are very likely
That it's worse than we expect
We walked right past the red flags
We didn't read the room
We didn't mark the exits
And forgot we ate those shrooms

There's gonna be blood
Blood everywhere
In the dirt, in the lakes, in the air
You better run right out of here
There's nowhere left to hide
Blood everywhere
The folks at the Wal-Mart stand and stare
Thinkin' "There but for the grace of God go I"

The stars are not an option
You would die on Mars
Have you not seen the news reports
about the wayward robot cars?
At the poop potato harvest
We would need to share the mustard
And humans aren't good at sharing
in case you hadn't heard
So kiss your dogs & babies and buckle up, you jerks
I wish I had some tears instead of this enormous smirk

There's gonna be blood
Blood everywhere
On the street, on the floor, on the stairs
You better run right out of here
There's nowhere left to hide
Blood everywhere
The folks at the Wal-Mart stand and stare
Thinkin' "There but for the grace of God go I"