Loose Ends W.M.B.D. - Blood on Your Hands

They put a knife in his hands
He put a body on the street
A young man who would kill his brothers
'Cause he can't afford to eat
He left a boy face down on the pavement
He had a motive, didn't care what his name is
Nothing to do with being naturally aggressive
It's just the lengths you go to when you're fucking desperate
Enough's enough
You don't give a fuck for them
Long as you stay above the water
A life of privilege
Leaving all the rest to suffer
Wish I could switch it off
Or look the other way
But I can't live my life
Pretending to ignore the pain
The blood's on your hands
And now you'll pay for it
You don't give a fuck for them
That much is plain to see
You've lived a privileged life
Keeping men on their knees
And when the table's turn
The revolution starts
You'll have a knife to your throat
Motherfucker
You'll feel the cold blade
Against your fucking skin
Then you'll know how it feels
To bleed

Written by:
Christopher Guest, Jonathan Price

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