Blood Lyrics - Who Are We Living For? - Dispatch

One old man a ten hour day 

And not a dime to spare 

Playin' on his pawn shop horn 

And breathin' into the air 

I've got more coal to fire 

And another soul to feed 

Little old lady left the scene 

About an hour ago 

Her purse was filled 

All her silver unsold 

Little old lady had a mouth 

But nothing to say 

Despite her allegiances 

She has found a way 

Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea 

Do rebut that 

And if you open up your mouth 

You better shut that 

It's never ever gonna go away 

"I'm homeless, God bless, good day" 

Would that I were you 

Would I be free 

And would that you were me 

Would you burn or flee 

The blood is on your hands 

You've got it on your feet 

Your first is in the air 

And somewhere in between