Wading through the wastelands
Crops dying in a row
Can't wake you up
From the mattress on the floor
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
My head explodes
With a knock on the front door
Kids selling chocolate
I can't take it anymore
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
Turn around now and run away
You read the words that you must obey
Never mind, they'll still come after you
Don't question reason
When no one is asking "Why?"
A measured cup of grain
A golf ball in the eye.
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
The Gubs - Blood Lyrics
The Gubs - Blood Lyrics
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Wading through the wastelands
Crops dying in a row
Can't wake you up
From the mattress on the floor
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
My head explodes
With a knock on the front door
Kids selling chocolate
I can't take it anymore
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
Turn around now and run away
You read the words that you must obey
Never mind, they'll still come after you
Don't question reason
When no one is asking "Why?"
A measured cup of grain
A golf ball in the eye.
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
Crops dying in a row
Can't wake you up
From the mattress on the floor
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
My head explodes
With a knock on the front door
Kids selling chocolate
I can't take it anymore
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
Turn around now and run away
You read the words that you must obey
Never mind, they'll still come after you
Don't question reason
When no one is asking "Why?"
A measured cup of grain
A golf ball in the eye.
Our friends surround us but they don't know what to do
When the blood starts pouring out of you
Writer: Roger Maynard
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