- ISRC:USEP40918002
- Recorded:2009 Staygold Studio / Live Oak Studio
- ©2009 Anti Inc.
Gonna have you bound and gagged so god can't hear your cries,
The offering up of fruit and bread's been sorely comprimised.
Na, na, na, na Saints gonna come,
Empty handed, turn and run,
At the sight of the torch lit mob now look what all your love has done.
Flames gonna lick the cloth
Till it all burns off,
Till it all burns off
They come down the mountain
High on the loss,
Don't count the cost,
While the cruel mouths of lions
Cry out Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood!
Give Blood! Give Blood!!!
They want ya to give it up for free,
And why you comply is beyond reason,
And if you think sweats the only thing
They're lookin for
Better check for leaches.
And when they call your name you'll see
That It was your heart that they'd been eatin,
It turns out the all you want to be
Is just another lamb left for bleeding
They come down the mountain
High on the loss
Don't count the cost
While the cruel mouth of lions
Cry out, Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood!
Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood
When all their pretty violence hits your hide
Remember to smile and take a bow
These limbs can't be untied.
From summer hare to sweet black christs!!!
Ah pretty little virgin lost her head,
With the knife in hand the high priest said
"Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood!"
They come down the mountain
High on the loss
Don't count the cost
While the cruel mouth of lions
Cry out" Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood! Give Blood!"