Blood

You might have thought you were in for a good time Well maybe some other time Because you're legless and your heart is a mess Try to get your shit figured out We got people all spread out back in the alley Itching for a showdown I'm all yours if you're lookin' to dance So baby come on take your knives out You got the blood On your face and all over your clothes Come on come on On your face and all over your clothes Come on come on Just let me know when you're ready Know when you're ready Friday night lights, back in the saddle like John Wayne riding a motorbike You come in here with your hair did up like A priestess, fucking with dynamite I said hold on a minute, I got my limits Stand and deliver a tasteful exhibit Kick one back and I'm just not with it Teeth out flashing a smile You got the blood On your face and all over your clothes Come on come on On your face and all over your clothes Come on come on Just let me know when you're ready Know when you're ready You got the blood You got the blood You got the blood You got the blood