Bloodletting just to slake The lust of the little fangs writhing round the trough Oh how they run While my love back home in our infirmary is drying up Her heart beat is on hold So if tomorrow finds her dead, i'll blame the ones that loved me best That worthless lying crowd of snakes In a committee of pigs, who suck on the breast of a pregnant pen And then shit out promises I'm chastened by a spiteful and unrelenting gift Like a horse at the end of a whip Like a horse at the end of a whip Still holding up My love doesn't reap what i sow We cannot dine on bread alone. give me the fuck what i am owed Cause daddy needs a new pair of shoes. and my girl is too gold to be blue I have given you everything and it is never enough My heart beat is on hold