Dispatch Blood Lyrics

Blood Lyrics

One old man a ten hour day

 And not a dime to spare

 Playin' on his pawn shop horn

 And breathin' into the air

 

 I've got more coal to fire

 And another soul to feed

 

 Little old lady left the scene

 About an hour ago

 Her purse was filled

 All her silver unsold

 

 Little old lady had a mouth

 But nothing to say

 Despite her allegiances

 She has found a way

 

 Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea

 Do rebut that

 And if you open up your mouth

 You better shut that

 It's never ever gonna go away

 "I'm homeless, God bless, good day"

 

 Would that I were you

 Would I be free

 And would that you were me

 Would you burn or flee

 

 The blood is on your hands

 You've got it on your feet

 Your first is in the air

 And somewhere in between