When It Hits My Blood Lyrics - John Vanderslice

I stole from my mother 

To hock her TV 

She locked herself in the bathroom 

She locked herself away from me 

I'm not her son 

When it hits my blood 

I've never felt this good before 

I've never been at peace inside 

My mother's a pill fiend 

My girlfriend cut the rope, burned the sail 

Step on it yourself, man 

Drive down to FLA and bail 

When it hits my blood, I'm not her son 

I'm the son of a flower that grows on Afghani bluff 

I've never felt this good before 

I've never been at peace inside, inside