Hands That Bleed by Puffball
Hands That Bleed lyrics
A mechanics stigmata, work under the gun.
Stuck under the hood, hiding from the sun.
Sleep�s not important, hunger�s not around.
Screwing like a freak, drooling like a hound.
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong.
Gotta have it running not before too long.
Petrol in my nostrils, chaos in my head.
My palms keep drippin�, staying out of bed.
Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed.
Gonna work �til I�ve got hands that bleed.
Deadline�s approaching, morning has just come.
Tightening the last bolt, have I made it run ?
I turn the key, it awakes with a shout.
I made it through the night, it�s all set to take �em out.
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong.
Gotta have it running not before too long.
Sleep�s not important, hunger�s not around.
Screwing like a freak, drooling like a hound.
Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed.
Gonna work �til I�ve got hands that bleed.
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