Bleed Bleed Bleed, burn burn burn
Slake your thirst and run
Through green grass and marshy bogs
And through fire,
Baby I have given rise to hell.
And when gas fumes rise and rosaries fly
Along with Ice candy and jolly lollies,
Gather them for your sofa feasts -
And when you are plastered up
The really hurt Michelin man
Cry out for more blood and
Cry, for momma to soothe you.
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