Blood on My Hands Songtext
von Those Poor Bastards

Darlin′ darlin' darlin′
I've got blood on my hands
I hope it ain't from you
I hope it ain′t from you

Vultures circle round
Every place that I go
I beat ′em off with a stick
I beat 'em off with a stick

Sometimes my mind goes blank
And I just can′t think straight
I took up drinkin' whiskey
′Cause it made me feel sick
It made me feel sick
It made me feel sick


Now it is the only thing
I drink anymore
Drink anymore
Oh I drink anymore
I stole all the money
I could fit in my pockets
Stole it for you
Yes I stole it for you
Then I went to find you
But you weren't around
You weren′t around
No you weren't around
Sometimes my mind goes blank
And I just can't think straight

Darlin′ darlin′ darlin'
I′ve got blood on my hands
I hope it ain't from you
I hope it ain′t from you