Texty: Grinspoon. Thrills, Kills & Sunday Pills. Bleed You Dry.

If I could give you life, I would take the chance
To make you see how much all those peeps and forgotten plans
Last one to feel your touch and they watched you from the shadows
Waiting for your coach and they pushed right past in barrows

I'll bleed you dry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you dry, get your daughter high
Make your mother cry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you dry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you, I'll bleed you, I'll bleed you dry

Heard the click, felt the air and the guns go bang
Forced a genocide, but the place and the time was sad
Filled with forgotten lies and I watched you from the shadows
Pull over by my side, I was shot by a poison arrow

I'll bleed you dry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you dry, get your daughter high
Make your mother cry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you dry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you, I'll bleed you, I'll bleed you dry

And though it never made you happy, you're not dead
And all the people would like to show, you're found dead
As if gold ever made you happy

I'll bleed you dry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you dry, get your daughter high
Make your mother cry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you dry, I'll bleed you dry
I'll bleed you, I'll bleed you, I'll bleed you dry