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Holy Wars
Watching The Blood Flow
Down on the place
The pizza the square
In the street
On the strada

Watching the blood flow
Down where the boy goes
Down where the bloods flow

Smiling like you've looked at death
And liked it - What could be better
Me I never get what I want and don't want
What I have

In the dirty trees
By the Dirty river
Hot summer city
Muggy afternoon air
Mosquitoes humming
'round our heads
Cars stream over nearby bridge
Blood streams down my arm
I always wondered what went on
In places like this a part
Of me always wanted to be a part
Of what went on in places like this
Down where the blood flow
Down where the bot goes
Watching the blood flow

You say you say
You like it that way
And you need it helter skelter
You wanted to be bad
Born under the sign of blood
You say no
No to any reasonable facsimile of love
That's all out of the question
'cause you always wanted to be
A part of what went on in places like this
But love is out of the question

Smiling like you've looked at death
And liked it - What could be better
Me I never get what I want and don't want
What I have

Down on the place
The pizza the square
In the street
On the strasse

Watching the blood flow
Down where the boy goes
Down where the blood flow

Smiling like you've looked at death
And liked it - What could be better
Me I never get what I want and don't want
What you have

Holy Wars
Watching The Blood Flow