I have spent nights with matches and knives Leaning over ledges only two flights up Cutting my heart, burning my soul Nothing left to hold Nothing left but blood and fire You have spent nights...
You can always tell the winners Saints and the sinners Down at the starting line I'm a lucid vision Of the unforgiven I'm your wave tossed guy King size repercussions Trouble by the dozens The stakes...
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire There is no more water to out the fire There is no more water to out the fire Let it burn, let it burn Let it burn, burn burn...