Business Casualty

Lyrics

Blood letting just to slake The lust of the little fangs writhing around the trough Oh, how they run While my love back home at our infirmary is drying up Her heartbeat is on hold So if tomorrow finds her dead I'll blame the ones that "loved" me best That worthless lying crowd of snakes And the committee of pigs Who suck on the breast of a pregnant pen And then shit out promises I'm chastened by a spiteful and unrelenting "gift" Like a horse at the end of a whip Like a horse at the end of a whip Still holding up My love doesn't reap what I sow We cannot dine on bread alone Give me the fuck what I am owed 'Cause daddy needs a new pair of shoes And my girl is too gold to be blue I have given you everything and it is never enough My heartbeat is on hold My heartbeat is on hold My heartbeat is on hold