Bloody Mary Lyrics - Goddammit I Love America! - Mr. Bungle

When life comes down to a sharp point 

Onto the head of a pin 

Something relieves the pressure 

And the cycle begins 

All the ladies run to the barstools 

Anticipation grows 

Mother nature adds the ingredients 

The women sip it slow 

One day God had to get off his ass 

He had to walk to the kitchen and get his own glass 

To this glass he had to pour his own booze 

For this, his woman had to pay the dues 

Now all women must pay this terrible bill 

That arrives every month against their will 

A crescent hang over, half-irritated smirk 

Full migraine cramps, and Maxi-pads don't work! 

Have another round now 

Complete the recipe 

All your pain and anger 

Wash into a crimson sea 

He who filled your ocean 

Sinks not but bobs afloat 

Your sweet menstruation 

Will capsize his boat 

Don't you think it's scary 

Life's a Bloody Mary 

Blood and alcohol 

Makes you think that nothing's wrong 

Howling at the moon 

When the wolf bane blooms 

Raise your glass and toast 

To the thing that hurts you most 

Drink hard drink deep! 

When life comes down to a sharp point 

Onto the head of a pin 

Something relieves the pressure 

And the cycle begins 

All the ladies run to the barstools 

Anticipation grows 

Mother nature adds the ingredients 

The women sip it slow 

Concentrated into a liquid state 

Released out of a spigot, the tampon awaits 

Flowing out of the nozzle and into your cup 

Although you've had too much, it's bottoms up 

Every woman's got a secret with Mother Sun 

Saying we'll meet same time same place next month 

We'll drink till dawn and we'll reminisce 

And we'll bleed for each other with no remiss 

Have another round now 

Complete the recipe 

All your pain and anger 

Wash into a crimson sea 

He who filled your ocean 

Sinks not but bobs afloat 

Your sweet menstruation 

Will capsize his boat 

Don't you think it's scary 

Life's a Bloody Mary 

Blood and alcohol 

Makes you think that nothing's wrong 

Howling at the moon 

When the wolf bane blooms 

Raise your glass and toast 

To the thing that hurts you most 

Drink hard drink deep! 

Excuse me bartender, fill it to the rim 

And fetch me a sanitary napkin 

To wipe off what's dribblin' down my chin 

And forget about the troubles of this month's sin 

Every girl washes out the month's bad times 

By flushing her cares out into her panty liners 

Tabasco sauce stings the memories 

No release 

Dreadfully eternal 

The stain of tomato juice 

Never understand why 

Your crotch is singin' the blues 

Stirring up emotion 

With a celery stick 

Sickening combination 

Your blender loves to mix