Blood letting just to slake
The lust of the little fangs writhing around the trough
Oh, how they run
While my love back home at our infirmary is drying up
Her heartbeat is on hold
So if tomorrow finds her dead
I'll blame the ones that "loved" me best

That worthless lying crowd of snakes
And the 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 heartbeat is on hold
My heartbeat is on hold
My heartbeat is on hold