OxBlood
Cane Hill
Welcome to the farm, tonight I run the joint
Your room’s outside. Play in the dirt
Roll in the mud. No shirt, no shoes, just greed to cut
Welcome to the farm tonight
I run the joint, here’s your new life
Eat the worm, swallow the flies
No shirt, no shoes, just appetites
Amputee, I’m black market Jesus
And I got the blood you need
But I need a promise to secrecy or you get nothing from me
You want Type A? I got it
You need Type B? I got it
Open your veins
I got it
Dine with me, I’m your dot com savior
Doctors playing God
But I play the game
The wild wild west of saving lives
Paid for everything. Doctors playing God
I play the game. Transfusion made a king out of me
Welcome to the farm tonight
Let’s make a deal, friend