Jenny's Song (Blood on Our Hands)

Mr. Apple Tree lived inside his head,

Mother Apple tree said,

Round and round it goes, a never ending flame,

It goes to show, you know, we're all the same.

And after all his friends had come and gone,

Left a lonely man with nothing but a song,

That's all you need in life,

She seemed to say,

I wish Lake Michigan had never gone away.

When your world is falling apart,

Every second one begins,

Even if you got no heart,

I hope this love may never end,

I hope this love may never end.

When your world is falling apart,

Every second one begins,

Even if you got no heart,

I hope this love may never end,

I hope this love may never end.

Blood on our hands,

Blood in the streets,

Ants in the floor,

I need to sweep,

Knock on the door,

Wake me from sleep,

Because there's blood on our hands,

Blood in the streets.