Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Blood Runs in Rivers, artist - Frightmare. Date of issue: 06.01.2013
Song language: English
The Blood Runs in Rivers |
| In, to, this, church, to see a man |
| Who knows he could be my dad |
| Sign of the cross I look over and watch him pray |
| He touched my head and I ran away |
| «Who knows some bum degenerate wino.» |
| Hurry up and pick up Pam at the club and lets go! |
| I wake up in the morning to the sound of a drill |
| Foreshadowing my future and my need to kill |
| The bills are piling up and I’m going insane |
| I throw the phone out the window but it’s the same |
| Nightmares haunt my mind, I think I’m losing it |
| My faggot art dealer won’t give me any more money I’m behind on the rent |
| I’m trying to finish this painting, my girlfriend is giving me shit |
| All that anybody wants is money, rivers of blood is what they’ll get! |
| One night I was watching TV with the girls |
| As usual there’s nothing on but shit |
| Then an ad came on for a great new product |
| The amazing belt called the 'Porto-Pak!' |
| The band that moved up stairs plays all fucking night! |
| Psychotic fantasies, blood red visions |
| I’m reaching my breaking point |
| I complain to the manager about the noise |
| But he tells me that it doesn’t bother him |
| Instead he gives me a skinned rabbit to eat |
| I take a knife and stab it in the head! |
| 20 bucks in my hand, I buy the fucking 'Porto-Pak' |
| Talking voices in my head, drill bit tearing homeless flesh |
| Killing spree has begun, use my drill like a gun |
| Cleaning up the street trash, drill 'em in the fucking back! |
| No I’m not a 'fix it man', my electric drill tears up your guts! |
| Bus stop bum get ready to die! |
| Swirling metal rips your spine! |
| Running though the streets, my drill in hand |
| Randomly killing anyone I can! |
| I find this hobo sleeping on a garbage heap |
| I drill into his skull and wake him from his sleep! |
| The buffalos finished but Dalton fucking hates it |
| Carol gets pissed and calls him a 'faggot' |
| She’s finally fed up and goes back to her ex |
| I call Dalton up with the promise of sex |
| Dressed in drag, my drill is long and ready |
| Impaled to the door, Pam is freaking out and screaming |
| Now it’s Carol’s turn to die as I sneak into the house |
| She takes a hot shower as I drill into her spouse |
| Off goes the lights as she climbs into bed |
| She has no fucking clue, but she’ll she soon be dead |
| Keep asking for Stephen, but his corpse is on the floor |
| Now you’ll feel my drill you dirty fucking whore!!! |