Sometimes I feel the urge to zero down my sensors These eyes I saw across the room They offered heavens and were pointed Straight at you And now I don’t have much else to do Not bad, another round And one more “blood & sand” for me, Just little less cherry brandy this time And some other day my eyes would have filled with tears Of surrender But now I don’t know what I’m doing It’s one gesture – And she’s gone done my throat with the whisky And the bone dry gin A couple more – And you’re no longer proud of me as I’m stretched on the counter, But I don’t care, I just start my table-top dancing And she’s one of those Who never get their shoes covered in dust And her make up never running down her face Cos a lady Never lets herself be a mess in public places And I’m down to the floor Thinking I should bury, bury all this in the gutter Bury all this in the tomb, So that next day we could start from blank All over again All over again…
Sometimes I feel the urge to zero down my sensors These eyes I saw across the room They offered heavens and were pointed Straight at you And now I don’t have much else to do Not bad, another round And one more “blood & sand” for me, Just little less cherry brandy this time