Better Blood Lyrics - Kiss You Kidnapped Charabanc - Rowland S. Howard

You've got to choose your medicine 

Choose it very well indeed 

Say a little prayer for better blood 

In debt, indeed, in doubt and dead. 

The fire and the life 

Fixes me there. 

My nerves move like the wheat in the wind 

Some jerk wants to give me wings 

The Greek chorus wants this blue boy to sing 

The salt of the earth are called mud 

And I'm just looking for better blood. 

These are the things I'm not looking for 

Open my soul and put out more light 

I extinguished those bright sparks years ago. 

The steel and the blood 

Keeping me there. 

My nerves move like the wheat in the wind. 

Choose your medicine well indeed 

Look and say, look and see 

The changes it has wrought unto me. 

(Where burning saints crawl) 

Walk tall! 

Some jerks wants to give me wings 

The Greek chorus wants this blue boy to sing 

The salt of the earth are called mud 

And I'm just looking for better blood. 

...better blood.