Hunched up in a little ball, they crawled around and grabbed his balls
And called him names and bled him dry. He tried to lie, he tried to
Crawl. To die(3x) But there’s no one listening. No one listening. They
Left him lying high (again) and somehow he forgot the pain. The rain. The
Raining boots and blades crawled out from the shade (rest a friendly
Daughter) when he gave them lemonade. Laid him on a bed but still his
Head went spinning round and still the blood went dripping down. It
Soaked the sheets, it soaked his shirt, soaked his jersey sweater. Better
Get the Blasto out to blast away the stains(2x). Nothings better. Blast
Away the stains(2x) Even for the stubborn stains(2x). Blast away those
Stains(6x). Nothings better(3x).
