We Must Bleed (The Germs)

It's Sunday and the streets aren't clear The traffic's screaming but we can't hear The sounds...the metals... driving us mad... The sounds...the metals... driving us mad... We must bleed, we must bleed, we must bleed The crash as the bottle breaks Flashes it will through my veins The pain...the colors... making me sane... The pain...the colors... making me sane... the pain...the colors... making me sane... We must bleed, we must bleed, we must bleed I'm not one I'm two, I'm not one I'm two, I'm not one I'm two I want out now, I want out now I want out now now now now now now now now...