Pumping Blood Lyrics - Lulu - Lou Reed & Metallica

If I pump out blood in the sunshine 

Oil on the wheel 

That is blasted and busted away 

A nail or a little piece of glass 

A little piece of glass 

A little piece of glass 

Swarming like bees over the air 

Off the pump off the thing 

The blood that I'm pumping away 

Like bees over the air 

Off the pump 

Off the thing 

The blood that I'm pumping away 

Off the pump 

Off the thing 

The blood that I'm pumping away 

If I pump blood in the sunshine 

And you wear a leather box with azaleas 

And I pump more blood 

And it seeps through my skin 

Will you adore the river 

The stream, the trickle 

The tributary of my heart 

As I pump more blood 

And it seeps through my skin 

Will you adore the river 

The stream, the trickle 

The tributary of my heart 

If I'm pumping blood 

Like a common state worker 

If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute 

Would you think less of me 

And my coagulating heart 

Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute 

Coagulating heart 

Pumping blood 

Would you top me off 

Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy 

While you yell out, "mercy" 

We grow apart 

Would you rip and cut me 

Use a knife on me 

Be shocked at the boldness 

The coldness of this little heart 

Tied up in leather 

Would you take the measure 

Of the blood that I pump 

In the manic confusion of love 

Supreme violation 

Supreme violation 

"Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you" 

"Oh Jack I beseech you" 

Supreme violation 

Blood in the foyer 

The bathroom 

The tea room 

The kitchen, with her knives splayed 

I will swallow your sharpest cutter 

Like a colored man's dick 

Blood spurting from me 

"Oh Jack, Jack I beseech" 

"Jack, I beseech you, I beseech" 

In the end it was an ordinary heart 

"Oh Jack I beseech you" 

As I scream out my pain 

In the end it was an ordinary heart 

In the end, in the end, in the end 

It was an ordinary heart 

"Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you" 

Supreme violation . . . Oh 

"Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you" 

I call out your name 

Blood in the foyer, the bathroom, 

The tea room, the kitchen 

And knives splayed 

I swallow your sharpest cutter 

Like a colored man's dick 

Blood spurting from me 

Blood spurting from me 

"Oh Jack" 

"Oh Jack, I beseech ya" 

In the end it was an ordinary heart 

In the end it was an ordinary heart 

Pumping blood