Drunk On The Blood (The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster)

Fingers aren't fingers, but I've got my plan Mind's like an ocean,and there's no solution I don't like drinking but that's what I do I don't like my life but that's what I do I sweat, I have fevers, and in the night terror Error I've stolen them from my own mother Pressure, I'm popping the pills from the doctor Numbness is numbness is numbness to me If only I could see, the way back to my youth If only I could be, back on the road truth If only I could see, the way back to my youth Darling my darling, now what should I do No love from my father, because I'm the daughter Didn't choose this life but this life chose me Feel uninvited and now I can't leave I feel like a flower in eternal winter Wish I could drown in this foul tasting bitter Drunk on the blood Forty days and nights knowing Red is the only colour that I see If only I could see, the way back to my youth If only I could be, back on the road truth If only I could see, the way back to my youth Sinking Goodbye If I breathe I'll die Sinking (sinking) Goodbye (good bye) If I breathe (if I breathe) I'll die If only I could see, the way back to my youth If only I could be, back on the road truth If only I could see, the way back to my youth, my youth