You’re bleeding through your head and hands, your pale white skin means it’s a plan To work the freakshow booths amongst the damned Bleeding lady of the freakshow, they gasp at how your blood does flow The end is soon your deathly pallor shows You’re crying blood your tear-stained face, they stare at you, you’re left no grace No dignity, respect to save face A living corpse in the booth sits, you even shut up drunken gits The blood from you does drip A haemophiliac each night, a freakshow star, give them a fright You’re called the vampire of the night You sit inside your crimson cloak, inside your heart, your heart is broke The tears of utter anguish choke By a plastic candlestick they marvel how you look so sick You’d like a dagger in their backs to stick One day soon it will all cease, your illness it will increase Then your suffering it will ceaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
