Blood on the Stage

Left in the Summer, we were wide-eyed and dazed
By Winter, those distant minds etched their mark on each face
We played like gypsy weddings, shirts drenched in champagne
Went into catacombs and raised the skeletons from their graves

Now, all you kids who lay your axes at the altar of song
May your voices be true, may your hearts be strong
When you walk into the sound of that sweet, sweet rage
You better play like Cuban Fire and leave your blood on the stage

Blood on the stage!
Blood on the stage!

We stole the hours in that beautiful haze
In the thunder of the drums and the trumpet's blaze
Eyes wild, lights flashing, sweat drenched to the bone
Some nights we had nothing to give but still we bring it on home

Now, all you kids who lay your axes at the altar of song
May your voices be true, may your hearts be strong
But, when you walk into the sound of that sweet, sweet rage
You better play like Cuban Fire and leave your blood on the stage

Blood on the stage!
Blood on the stage!
Blood on the stage!
Blood on the stage!

I want you, I need you
You find me, I leave you
From Havana to the outer streets of invisible cities
Yeah, I whisper, I scream you
You hold me, I dream you
But the moment that I get you in my arms you disappear
You're my nirvana, my torture
My guru, my seeker
I adore you, you're the only one who knows my secret creature
From the sands of La Louise to Rio, where the Christ Redeemer cries
"You spiders of desire, it's time to play it like you mean it!"

(Alright!)
(Woo!)
(Alright!)
(Alright)
(It's live)

Now, all you kids who lay your axes at the altar of song
May your voices be true, may your hearts be strong
But, when you walk into the sound of that sweet, sweet rage
You better play like Cuban Fire and leave your blood on the stage

Blood on the stage!
Blood on the stage!
Blood on the stage!

You better play like Cuban Fire and leave your blood on the stage

(Woo!)

Blood on the stage!