Dispatch - Blood Lyrics
One old man a ten hour dayAnd not a dime to sparePlayin' on his pawn shop hornAnd breathin' into the airI've got more coal to fireAnd another soul to feedLittle old lady left the sceneAbout an hour agoHer purse was filledAll her silver unsoldLittle old lady had a mouthBut nothing to sayDespite her allegiancesShe has found a wayEven a bling squirrel needs a nut yeaDo rebut thatAnd if you open up your mouthYou better shut thatIt's never ever gonna go away"I'm homeless, God bless, good day"Would that I were youWould I be freeAnd would that you were meWould you burn or fleeThe blood is on your handsYou've got it on your feetYour first is in the airAnd somewhere in between