Blood Drawing

When I cite the cliché of a free life
I don’t contend that it comes with no price
Draw my blood like fleas and head lice
Draw it in blood, make it burn white in blacklight
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong
Always wrong, always wrong, always wrong
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong
No one ever says to you
«You can complain about these things»
And even if we found our way
Our way was found; it was not made
And I would give up now
Just lay it down and kick the crown
Breakin' all my toes
And give it away but no one would know
I would give up now
Just lay it down and kick the crown
Breakin' all my toes
And give it away, no one knows
And there lies my bed incriminated
Now I lie in the wreck I created
In torrents we spin, my tornado-like friend
Build homes that we obliterated
I would give up now
Just lay it down and kick the crown
Breakin' all my toes
And give it away but no one knows
I would give up now
Just lay it down and kick the crown
Breakin' all my toes
And give it away, no one knows