pumping blood

Metallica

If I pump out blood in the sunshine
Oil on the wheel
That is blasted and busted away

A nail or a little piece of glass
A little piece of glass
A little piece of glass
Swarming like bees over the air
Off the pump off the thing
The blood that Iââ?¬â?¢m pumping away

Like bees over the air
Off the pump
Off the thing
The blood that Iââ?¬â?¢m pumping away

Off the pump
Off the thing
The blood that Iââ?¬â?¢m pumping away

If I pump blood in the sunshine
And you wear a leather box with azaleas
And I pump more blood
And it seeps through my skin
Will you adore the river
The stream, the trickle
The tributary of my heart

As I pump more blood
And it seeps through my skin

Will you adore the river
The stream, the trickle
The tributary of my heart

If Iââ?¬â?¢m pumping blood
Like a common state worker
If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute
Would you think less of me

And my coagulating heart

Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute
Coagulating heart
Pumping blood

Would you top me off
Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy
While you yell out, ââ?¬Å?mercyââ?¬
We grow apart
Would you rip and cut me

Use a knife on me

Be shocked at the boldness
The coldness of this little heart
Tied up in leather
Would you take the measure
Of the blood that I pump
In the manic confusion of love

Supreme violation
Supreme violation
ââ?¬Å?Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech youââ?¬

ââ?¬Å?Oh Jack I beseech youââ?¬
Supreme violation

Blood in the foyer
The bathroom
The tea room
The kitchen, with her knives splayed

I will swallow your sharpest cutter
Like a colored manââ?¬â?¢s dick

Blood spurting from me
ââ?¬Å?Oh Jack, Jack I beseechââ?¬¦ââ?¬
ââ?¬Å?Jack, I beseech you, I beseechââ?¬¦ââ?¬
In the end it was an ordinary heart

ââ?¬Å?Oh Jack I beseech youââ?¬
As I scream out my pain
In the end it was an ordinary heart

In the end, in the end, in the end
It was an ordinary heart

ââ?¬Å?Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech youââ?¬
Supreme violation . . . Oh

ââ?¬Å?Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech youââ?¬
I call out your name

Blood in the foyer, the bathroom,
The tea room, the kitchen
And knives splayed
I swallow your sharpest cutter
Like a colored manââ?¬â?¢s dick
Blood spurting from me
Blood spurting from me

ââ?¬Å?Oh Jackââ?¬

ââ?¬Å?Oh Jack, I beseech yaââ?¬
In the end it was an ordinary heart

In the end it was an ordinary heart
Pumping blood