My Sweat Turns To Blood Songtext
von The Royals

I feel the sweat rolling down my face
Oh it tastes like blood in my mouth
Working at the quarry isn′t much of a job
Still I've got to make a living for my children

Sometimes I feel like I can′t go on
I'm a fatherless child, I won't make mine now
Even though the pressure keeps piling on
I′ve got to keep moving

Living in a shack isn′t much of a home
When I light my lamp it gives me home
Then I look at my lampshade, it's my home sweet home
It gives I strength to fight another day
Yeah, yeah, yeah


Sometimes I feel like I can′t go on
I'm a fatherless child, I won′t make mine now
Even though the pressure keeps piling on
I've got to keep moving

Sometimes I feel like I can′t go on
I'm a fatherless child, I won't make mine now
Even though the pressure keeps piling on
I′ve got to keep moving

I feel the sweat rolling down my face
Oh it tastes like blood

Even though the pressure keeps piling on
I′ve got to keep moving

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