Sorry About the Blood

I want it right now
Right now
I want it right now
Right
Now
I want it right now
Right now
I want it right now
Right
Now
Bob Guccione as my father
And I my father’s son
I’d make my bed a sceptic vision
And never rise for anyone
I’d want my mom to be a victim
The kind they draw for GAR
I’d want her senseless, topless, headless
I’d want my mom to be a star
I want it right now
Right now
I want it right now
Right
Now