You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
They don't want you
They don't need you
They don't believe you
They don't see you
Don't owe anyone a f*cking explanation
For setting fires or burning down a nation
You lose your pride when you're left in the gutter to rot
So burn the flag and f*ck American
Nothing more than a boring dystopia
Motived by greed, and it's gonna fall
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
They don't want you
They don't need you
They don't believe you
They don't see you
Suffocated, the streets are being smothered
Little piggies on the beat, undercover
Infiltratin' the scene, fanning the flame
So black out the media agenda
At the centre of the mass of hysteria
Motivated by greed, a for profit war
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
We don't see the fire burning
We turn our heads and look the other way
We play the victim in this story
We shut our eyes and pray it goes away
We don't see the fire burning
We turn our heads and look the other way
We play the victim in this story
We shut our eyes and pray it goes away
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Dolly Rules - BLOOD ON THE FLOOR Lyrics
Dolly Rules - BLOOD ON THE FLOOR Lyrics
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English
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
They don't want you
They don't need you
They don't believe you
They don't see you
Don't owe anyone a f*cking explanation
For setting fires or burning down a nation
You lose your pride when you're left in the gutter to rot
So burn the flag and f*ck American
Nothing more than a boring dystopia
Motived by greed, and it's gonna fall
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
They don't want you
They don't need you
They don't believe you
They don't see you
Suffocated, the streets are being smothered
Little piggies on the beat, undercover
Infiltratin' the scene, fanning the flame
So black out the media agenda
At the centre of the mass of hysteria
Motivated by greed, a for profit war
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
We don't see the fire burning
We turn our heads and look the other way
We play the victim in this story
We shut our eyes and pray it goes away
We don't see the fire burning
We turn our heads and look the other way
We play the victim in this story
We shut our eyes and pray it goes away
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
They don't want you
They don't need you
They don't believe you
They don't see you
Don't owe anyone a f*cking explanation
For setting fires or burning down a nation
You lose your pride when you're left in the gutter to rot
So burn the flag and f*ck American
Nothing more than a boring dystopia
Motived by greed, and it's gonna fall
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
They don't want you
They don't need you
They don't believe you
They don't see you
Suffocated, the streets are being smothered
Little piggies on the beat, undercover
Infiltratin' the scene, fanning the flame
So black out the media agenda
At the centre of the mass of hysteria
Motivated by greed, a for profit war
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
We don't see the fire burning
We turn our heads and look the other way
We play the victim in this story
We shut our eyes and pray it goes away
We don't see the fire burning
We turn our heads and look the other way
We play the victim in this story
We shut our eyes and pray it goes away
You wanna talk, talk, talk
But you don't understand
There's a whistle in your mouth
And a gun in your hand
You wanna kill, kill, kill
Then ya kill 'em some more
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Take the body from the street
Wipe the blood on the floor
Writer: Anthony Carone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid