Blood on Your Knees

I started out at the end of the road

Realized I had a good ways to go

I had no supplies, no lover to hold

It got cold, it got cold

And I spit on the pavement

And stuck to the wheat

And choked on the ruthlessness inside of me

Oh, it's just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Oh no, it ain't time to die

So quit wallowing, wasting, wondering, why me?

And just pick up your feet, ohh

Stopped at a station with lottery lights

It promised a fortune on this lonely night

You were rude with my money and cruel with my dreams

Yeah, I tripped over nothing and fell down and grieved

Oh, it's just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Oh no, it ain't time to die

So quit wallowing, wasting, wondering, why me?

And just pick up your feet, mm

Oh baby, are you feeling sorry for yourself?

Are you mad that you got dirty?

Are you blaming someone else?

Ooh, ohh

Oh it's just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Blood on your knees

Oh no, it ain't time to die

So quit wallowing, wasting, wondering, why me?

And just pick up your feet, ohh

And just pick up your feet, ohh, mm