Paint (Gruntruck)

Well you paint with the blood from your veins Angel with no wings, well, you come upon Stars will recover your arms A little more tomorrow Well you said that it felt so right First time it shot, it shot like burning light Paint with the blood from it all Now the pain goes on and on, yeah Well you paint with the blood from your veins First time it shot, it shot like burning light Stars will recover your arms But now the pain goes on and on Now the pain goes on and on, yeah Well you paint with your blood Coming out of your veins Yeah you paint with your blood Little pictures of saints A little more tomorrow Yeah, a little more tomorrow Well, you paint with your blood Coming out of your veins Paint with your blood Paint with your blood Paint with your blood Yeah, you paint, yeah, you paint I said paint...