Bloody Lips

About time you paid for all of this

You've got the bloody finger tips

And blood on your lips

You used to love the rock n roll

Now you got me on the phone

Quit putting me on

Don't you remember the prom

And the popular kids who put

You down

Now you're just like them

Making everybody feel bad

What the world has dealt you

Ain't so wrong

Come on, quit putting me on

Hello Mr. White Light

You look kind of angry

Bet you think I want to

Drink from your fountain

But I'm climbing up that mountain

Shout it!

Everyone is walking away

No we can't afford the bills on

This pay

Hey - quit putting me on

Hello Mr. White Light

You look kind of angry

Bet you think I want to

Drink from your fountain

But I'm climbing up that mountain

Shout it!

Everyone is walking away

No we can't afford the bills on

This pay

Hey - quit putting me on