Blood On My Hands
[Lyrics & Background]
Went into the club
I was looking for a girl for Julia
I reached for a chair
I wonder why I fell so stupid
There are no cuts on me
So who the one to bleed?
I thought I had a match Idea
I had blood on my hands

In this Dorian age
You really can't be to careful
I washed up my hands
And found a different table
The heart man at the bar
With the mellow to that stare
I recognized it there
He had blood on his hands

He went
Hoooooooooooooooo
Quak quak quack quack
Hoooooooooooooooo
Quak quak quack quack
Hoooooooooooooooo
Quak quak quack quack
The coffee was strong
I was sweating when girl came over
Something was wrong
I didn't dare to look over my shoulder
I only came to ask
If she would sing with us
I was confident in that
She had no blood on here hands

There was a simple explanation
Blood on here hands
Hooooooooo quak quak quack quack
It was a perfect combination
Hooooooooo quak quak quack quack
Blood on here hands
Hooooooooo quak quak quack quack
Hands
Hooooooooo quak quak quack quack
[not es far I can see]