There's something going on
She's lying silently under cover
Do you hear the snapping in the branches
and the cracking in her silence?
There's something going on
She's lying silently under cover
But no one seems to notice
The blood-red streaks between her claws
And everything that's turning only turns in a circle
And everything that settling is settling on thin ice
Who has wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
Who's got wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
There's something going on
She was the angel of Bremen
But Lucifer opened his needle-buffet
And everyone's allowed to take something
Her poverty makes her hungry
Her hunger makes her sick and pale
Instead of a rain of red roses there's beef out of the can
And monotony on tap
And everything that's turning only turns in a circle
And everything that settling is settling on thin ice
Who has wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
Who's got wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
Who has wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
Who's got wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
We've tasted blood...
We've tasted blood...
We've tasted blood...
We've tasted blood...
There's something going on
He's still feeling like shit
He always drinks his tea with milk and arsenic
But of the second thing, he's not allowed to know...
Who has wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
Who's got wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
Who has wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
Who's got wounds can lick them
We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands
We've tasted blood...
We've tasted blood...
We've tasted blood...
We've tasted blood...