Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suck the Blood from My Wound , by - Ezra Furman. Release date: 08.02.2018
Song language: English
Suck the Blood from My Wound |
| I woke up bleeding in the crotch of a tree |
| TV blaring on the wall above the coffee machine |
| Car wash waiting room outside Pasadena |
| I’m sitting waiting for my deus ex machina |
| And I’m forever changed by this chemical burn |
| Skin on my fingers peeling, making way for my new form |
| I grip the steering wheel and picture my angel |
| Climbing out the hospital window |
| Leaving tubes in a tangle |
| Blood on my angel’s lips blends in with his makeup |
| He’s off the premises before his brain’s had time to wake up |
| Peeling off bandages to unfold his wings |
| The doctors said they’d have to stay on for another three weeks |
| Fuck it baby, let 'em bruise, let 'em break |
| But bleed, let 'em bleed |
| And I’m doing ninety, gotta get there and hold him |
| If we can make it across the state line then baby, we’re golden |
| Let the law pronounce its petty assertions |
| They’ve been outsmarted by a couple of urchins |
| And they hurt you bad, man |
| They hurt me too |
| But I’m not about to sit here and watch as they |
| Suck the blood from my wound |
| They suck the blood from my wound |
| Suck the blood from my wound |
| Suck the blood from my wound |
| Ohh man |
| Wrap half the money in your hospital garment |
| We’ll stash the rest inside the red Camaro’s secret compartment |
| Even the deepest wounds will heal over time |
| I’ll run my fingers over your scars and yours over mine |
| They’ll never find us if we turn off our phones |
| We’re off the grid, we’re off our meds |
| We’re finally out on our own |
| Now I see color coming back in your cheeks |
| Angel, don’t fight it |
| To them you know we’ll always be freaks |
| To them we’ll always be freaks |
| We’ll always |
| Park for the night northwest of Baton Rouge |
| Across the parking lot you’re stretching the one wing you can move |
| I let you walk as long as fear will allow |
| I’ve never loved you more than I love you now |
| And then we’re back on the road before the sun’s even up |
| We’re making time, we’re making progress |
| But progress towards what? |
| Your fallen feathers fill up two shopping bags |
| The future’s breathing down the neck of the past |
| And the sun throws a shit-eating shine on the moon |
| And I’m not about to wait for them to come |
| Suck the blood from my wound |
| Suck the blood from my wound |
| Suck the blood from my wound |
| Suck the blood from my wound |
| A plague on both your houses |
| A plague on both your houses |