Blood
Ben Byrne, James Stelfox, James Walsh, Barry Westhead
We were hanging on, on by a little thread
Should have placed that arrow right in my head
Never looked so good and you didn't break a sweat
With a cruel ambition that caught me dead
All the blood that I bled
The mal and hand down to the leg and side
When you cut me open I could not hide
I won't leave until I can leave with a little pride
Don't cut me loose when I'm tied up tight
All the blood that I bled
All the nights that we cried
All the demons we fed
Should have kept the same side
All the blood that I bled
All the nights that we cried
All the demons we fed
Should have kept the same side