Black Blood
Bowvayne - Molten
They gave me this piece of paper,
Told me Dad was a real big star.
So I sent him the piece of paper;
“Listen, sonny, I don’t know who you are?”
Black…black…black…black blood.
So I threw the paper into the garden,
And ground it into the mud.
Burnt the paper in the garden,
In the lawn now a circle like black blood.
Black…black…black…black…black…black…black…black
blood.
Then one day when I was much older,
I’d joined his world of Rock & Roll.
I saw I’d turned my birthright to ashes,
I saw that I’d burnt my soul.
Black…black…black…black…black…black…black…black
blood.
© Gold Fountain Music 2008
