They never do what they say, no Hanging you up and making life tough Don't need to be that way Don't give me your sympathy It's for the devil, baby,
It's been five days, my mind's in a haze I don't know if I'm comin' or goin' I'm so confused, that you're the one I choose So rock with me, babe, let'
lose a piece of my head It's like a chain reaction Your love has got me hypnotized You don't wanna see My love for you, it's over now It's time for
makin' your move Before I change my mind Baby, I'm ready, willing and able And if you feel like a man, lay your cards on the table So get your ass in gear and do it for
I still remember everything you said I'll love ya tonight but don't get uptight, no Then I knew I'd never see you again I want to make up with you but
I find you alone at night I don't know what you're thinking Don't know what you're dreaming of But it ain't me, now is it? But I gotta know I can't let
, what you take me for? I'm out for blood I'm out for blood I'm out for blood I'm out for blood I'm out for blood
I used to listen to the radio Playin' songs I wanted to hear Up in my room and played it loud 'Til the music hurt my ear My parents said to turn it down
into the pit And the frenzied minions chant for it For blood! For blood! For blood! We must have blood They're dragged in chains From dungeons Screaming for
back down from aggression Some hard knocks taught me this lesson, yeah Give respect 'Cause the rule is blood for blood Give respect 'Cause the rule is blood for blood
a contract to demise Pangs of thirst overcome him Menstrual blood-broth makes him grinm Sucking out the torn vagina Fuzz mixed with blood paraphernalia
I am still locked in my sin, waiting for one person to save me from this world I'm locked up in these chains of the world that is making me lose myself
the mark of stars and stripes. And all their pain we'll take to our own graves, returning us to where we came from. [Chorus:] [Outro x2:] Bullets for blood
for your soul Your blood is on my hands A call for blood for what you've done No tolerance for what you've done A call for blood for what you've done
for your soul Your blood is on my hands A call for blood for what youv'e done No tolerance for what you've done A call for blood For what you've done
elders passed on to me Your heart beats now for your fathers and for your family tree Blood, honor, loyalty Blood, honor, loyalty Blood, honor, loyalty Blood
shifting sods and clay And the wife won't give me what I want cause I'm so old and grey For a wack of the widdle a widdle a wack A widdle a wack all day For
our hands Harmonic, defiance, taking for granted the gift human life Ironic, compliance, testing the fruits of their progressive toys Will trade our blood for