She filled my boots
With blood and sand
Chase me backwards up the stairs boy
Do the slip down sit down danger use
I have a dangerous use for you
I have a dangerous
She said stuff our lives in a bottle
And jam on the quick cork now
She ends up
With one billion
Beautiful bucks
I wind up
With a bottle of blood
And veins full of sand
Now all day long
She hits me up with needles
Full of air-fix-glue
And says "Run until
You start to slow
Down set in motion
Stop!"
Do the freeze frame
Frame me up for maybe life
Less of you, less of you
Lifeless of you, less of you
Quick swallow your soul!
