Greg Bond - The Blood Is On Your Hands Lyrics

I go out a-wandering
I can't seem to find a single god damned thing
I am told by the higher-ups above
I will be reprimanded if I act out of fear
And not out of love
I keep kicking that old can down the road
My road to hell is paved with good intentions and bars of gold

Just as sure as they would seek to understand
They'd have you sooner lie than be an honest man
If you do not want to describe
Certainly not of your tribe
They will say with great dismay

The blood is on your hands

Yes it's nice no rain outside to be had
Did you know the term seasonal affective disorder is what they call SAD?
And I ain't the brightest tool in the shed
I'm often told I use my tool more than I use my head

Just as sure as they would understand
Have you sooner lie than be an honest man
That you can be sure on display
Much to their dismay you'll say

The blood is on your hands

The blood is on your hands

The blood is on your hands

The blood is on your hands