Business Casualty Songtext
von Every Time I Die

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