The Struts - Gimme Some Blood lyrics
[The Struts - Gimme Some Blood lyrics]
I gotta wicked tongue that's like
A storm in rage and my heart's always said
I had balls bigger than my brains, my brains
I had a lot of dreams
Walking down these streets
But ambition never said I had
Shoes bigger than my feet, my feet
Angel wings, romantic swings
Coffee cups and OK magazines
But, baby, I need more
Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out
Sister, give me some medicine
I've been a gentleman gotta help me out
So I'm dealing all my business
Up on Primrose Hill
Money is my weapon and my bullets
Are dressing to kill, yeah, i kill 'em babe
Been cutting all my profit's on the tabletop
Turning on the tap but the
Water never stops flowing
Where the hell am I going?
Silhouetts, tv sets
Looking like a young, starved suffragette
But, baby, I need more
Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out
Sister, give me some medicine
I've been a gentleman gotta help me out
My bloody knuckles are swinging
In my self defense (In my self defense)
Life sometimes is a big joke and
I laugh at my expense (Laugh at my expense)
You can write it on a
Napkin in a cocktail bar
I can walk you back to Heaven
But, it's just too far
Here it comes, the rain and sun
The what I was and what I have become, yeah
Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out
(You know I'm not alright)
Sister, give me some medicine
I've been a gentleman
Gotta help me out (Gimme, gimme, baby, baby)
You gotta help me (Everyone needs time)
Help me (But, I ain't got enough to give it)
You gotta help me out (You gotta help me out)
You gotta help me (Everyone needs time)
Help me (But, I ain't got enough to give it)
You gotta help me out (You gotta help me out)
You gotta help me help me
You gotta help me out you gotta help me
Help me you gotta help me out
A storm in rage and my heart's always said
I had balls bigger than my brains, my brains
I had a lot of dreams
Walking down these streets
But ambition never said I had
Shoes bigger than my feet, my feet
Angel wings, romantic swings
Coffee cups and OK magazines
But, baby, I need more
Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out
Sister, give me some medicine
I've been a gentleman gotta help me out
So I'm dealing all my business
Up on Primrose Hill
Money is my weapon and my bullets
Are dressing to kill, yeah, i kill 'em babe
Been cutting all my profit's on the tabletop
Turning on the tap but the
Water never stops flowing
Where the hell am I going?
Silhouetts, tv sets
Looking like a young, starved suffragette
But, baby, I need more
Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out
Sister, give me some medicine
I've been a gentleman gotta help me out
My bloody knuckles are swinging
In my self defense (In my self defense)
Life sometimes is a big joke and
I laugh at my expense (Laugh at my expense)
You can write it on a
Napkin in a cocktail bar
I can walk you back to Heaven
But, it's just too far
Here it comes, the rain and sun
The what I was and what I have become, yeah
Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out
(You know I'm not alright)
Sister, give me some medicine
I've been a gentleman
Gotta help me out (Gimme, gimme, baby, baby)
You gotta help me (Everyone needs time)
Help me (But, I ain't got enough to give it)
You gotta help me out (You gotta help me out)
You gotta help me (Everyone needs time)
Help me (But, I ain't got enough to give it)
You gotta help me out (You gotta help me out)
You gotta help me help me
You gotta help me out you gotta help me
Help me you gotta help me out