Spilled your blood all on my denim jeans
I need to get 'em clean
I killed my enemies, but they're still coming at me in my dreams

Spilled your blood on my shirt, now I gotta get it clean (oh-oh-oh-oh)
A bad decision on Promethazine (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'm mad suspicious that you're gonna cheat (oh-oh-oh-oh)
My intuition is shouting at me (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And she loves to bite at my shoulder (oh-oh-oh-oh)
We'll get married when we're older, it all falls to leaves and boulders (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Think that I'll invite her over (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Will she come? (Will she come? Will she come?)
I don't know I'm too dumb (I'm dumb, I'm dumb, I'm dumb)
It's sitting in on my tongue (ooh-oh)
The words that I have strung (oh)
Together in a mind
I'm bad at saying what I want to say
I am, I so am
What if my words, uh
What if they chase her far away?

Spilled your blood on my shirt, now I gotta get it clean (oh-oh-oh-oh)
A bad decision on Promethazine (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh)
I'm mad suspicious that you're gonna cheat (oh-oh-oh-oh)
My intuition is shouting at me (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And she loves to bite at my shoulder (oh-oh-oh-oh)
We'll get married when we're older, it all falls to leaves and boulders (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Think that I'll invite her over (oh-oh-oh-oh)

She won't go (she won't go)
She'll only bone
'Cause it's too cold (oh)
She likes the summer more, you know

Spilled your blood all on my denim jeans
I need to get 'em clean
I killed my enemies, but they're still coming at me in my dreams

Spilled your blood on my shirt, now I gotta get it clean (oh-oh-oh-oh)
A bad decision on Promethazine (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'm mad suspicious that you're gonna cheat (oh-oh-oh-oh)
My intuition is shouting at me (oh-oh-oh-oh)

I sing my violent songs, but they're saying I should stop
'Cause they say it's concernin' and I might sound the alarm off

Me in my dreams
Spilled your blood on my shirt, now I gotta get it clean (oh-oh-oh-oh)
A bad decision on Promethazine (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'm mad suspicious that you're gonna cheat (oh-oh-oh-oh)
My intuition is shouting at me (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And she loves to bite at my shoulder (oh-oh-oh-oh)
We'll get married when we're older, it all falls to leaves and boulders (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Think that I'll invite her over (oh-oh-oh-oh)