I started out at the end of the road Realized I had a good ways to go I had no supplies, no lover to hold
It got cold, it got cold And I spit on the pavement And stuck to the wheat And choked on the ruthlessness inside of me Oh it's just blood on your knees, Blood on your knees
Oh no it ain't time to die Quit wallowing, wasting, Wondering "why me?" And just pick up your feet
Stopped at a station with lottery lights It promised a fortune on this lonely night You were rude with my money And cruel with my dreams Yeah I tripped over nothing And fell down and grieved Oh it's just blood on your knees, Blood on your knees
Oh no it ain't time to die So quit wallowing, wasting, Wondering "why me?" And just pick up your feet
Oh baby are you feeling sorry for yourself? Are you mad that you got dirty? Are you blamin' someone else?
Ooh ah Oh it's just blood on your knees, Blood on your knees
Oh no it ain't time to die So quit wallowing, wasting, Wondering "why me?" And just pick up your feet Oh just pick up your feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
