Blood

It doesn't really matter, the things you say to me
 Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I'd be
 Outta here where the air is cold, you're messing with my mind
 Hey! you do it every time, hey! and the season comes around
 Once more, once more.
 It doesn't really matter, the things you try to say
 It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day
 Right now just give me more blood
 Just give it to me deep red
 A flowing river crimson
 A flowing river burning with desire
 It's great, but I never said how great
 Hey, you never really asked, well, I'm asking you right now
 So shut up and explain
 What's on your mind
 In this dark hour
 I said it doesn't matter, I can't be that much fatter
 And you'll never get as much blood
 From a phony blarney, stone, rock, hard, granite!?! solid.