Looking out my window What you think I see? Another stormy night On a stormy sea
Another round of bars Another drink or three I'm driving down a road called No mercy
An accident Just waiting to happen I'm standing here On this sterile stage Paranoia all around I got my both feet on the ground The crowd cried out for more, more, more
Blood They want blood You got to give ‘em blood Blood on my guitar Blood Blood Can't you see the blood? Blood on my guitar