You've got to choose your medicine
Choose it very well indeed
Say a little prayer for better blood
In debt, indeed, in doubt and dead.
The fire and the life
Fixes me there.
My nerves move like the wheat in the wind
Some jerk wants to give me wings
The Greek chorus wants this blue boy to sing
The salt of the earth are called mud
And I'm just looking for better blood.
These are the things I'm not looking for
Open my soul and put out more light
I extinguished those bright sparks years ago.
The steel and the blood
Keeping me there.
My nerves move like the wheat in the wind.
Choose your medicine well indeed
Look and say, look and see
The changes it has wrought unto me.
(Where burning saints crawl)
Walk tall!
Some jerks wants to give me wings
The Greek chorus wants this blue boy to sing
The salt of the earth are called mud
And I'm just looking for better blood.
...better blood.