Lyrics Bad Humours - Dead Rider

Bad Humours

Even in the evening, there’s energy this evening
The firing squad will dance to the bloodletting
There’s been reinstating, the work begins first thing
But now their little mouths will laugh and sing to the bloodletting
Dance dance to the bloodletting
Save the last cigarette for me!
The surgeon follows a system, the system follows the law
And every line that is drawn serves to breathe a vein
Bleed and drain and balance bad humours
And fill the potholes with gold
Every man woman and child, young and old
Dance to the bloodletting
To their souls
Usher the brain away and take the memory
And dance
If we can make those scars normal
And turn those rats off the trade
WE could keep it going forever
Well if the squad can dance then the barber can move
The accountant can count the drops
The assessor can collect te clots
And if the guard can move the lobbyist can groove
If the adjuster can slide
Well if the mayor can glide
Then the squad can dance to the bloodletting