Too Much Blood - Remastered

I wanna dance, I wanna sing
I wanna bust up everything
To make some love
I wanna dance, I wanna sing
I wanna bust up everything
And make some love

I can feel it in the air
Feel it up above
Feel the tension everywhere
There is too much blood
Too much blood, well alright

Everything you see on the movie screen
Is tame
Everything's gonna be arranged

A friend of mine was this Japanese
He had a girlfriend in Paris
H-he asked to date her for six months and eventually she said yes
You know, took her to his apartment, cut off her head
Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her piece by piece
Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the freezer
And when he ate her, took her bones to the Bois de Boulogne
By chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the bones
"You don't believe me?
Truth is stranger than fiction
We drive through there every day,"

I wanna dance, I wanna sing
I wanna bust up everything
Be number one, yeah
I wanna dance, I wanna sing
I wanna bust up everything
And have some fun

I can feel it everywhere
Feel it up above
Feel the tension in the air
There is too much blood
Too much blood
Too much-ah, yeah
Too much blood, alright

Did you ever see 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'?
Horrible, wasn't it?
You know, people ask me "it is really true where you live in Texas
It that really true what they do around there, people?"
I say "yeah, you-know, every time I drive through the crossroads
I get scared there's a bloke running around with a fucking chainsaw
(Oh, oh-oh) oh no, he's gonna cut off me, oh no
Don't saw off me leg, don't saw off me arm!"

When I get to the movies, you know, I'd like to see something more romantic
You know, like 'An Officer and a Gentleman' or something
Somethin' you can take the wife to, you know what I mean?

(Oww! Too much, too much!)
Yeah!
(Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much!)

I wanna dance, I wanna sing
I wanna bust up everything
And have some fun
I wanna dance, I wanna sing
I wanna bust up everything
And make some love

I can feel it everywhere
Feel it up above
Feel the tension in the air
There is too much blood
Too much blood
Ooow-h yeah!

Pretty ladies, don't be scared
Pretty ladies, don't be scared
Pretty ladies, don't be scared
Pretty ladies, don't be scared
Pretty ladies, don't despair
There's still so much love

Too much, too much, yeah!
Too much blood, too much blood

Too much, too much blood, too much blood
Too much blood, too much blood, too much blood (a-oww!)



Credits
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards
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