Pumping Blood lyrics

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 I’m pumping away

Like bees over the air

Off the pump

Off the thing

The blood that I’m pumping away

Off the pump

Off the thing

The blood that I’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 I’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, “mercy”

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

“Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you”

“Oh Jack I beseech you”

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 man’s dick

Blood spurting from me

“Oh Jack, Jack I beseech…”

“Jack, I beseech you, I beseech…”

In the end it was an ordinary heart

“Oh Jack I beseech you”

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

“Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you”

Supreme violation... Oh

“Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you”

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 man’s dick

Blood spurting from me

Blood spurting from me

“Oh Jack”

“Oh Jack, I beseech ya”

In the end it was an ordinary heart

In the end it was an ordinary heart

Pumping blood