Blood On My Hands 歌詞

I was the darling no one could defeat Grand hotel suites were my home Men at my feet, limousines in the street First class to Paris and Rome He walked unannounced through my dressing room door And then from a case, if you will He pulled out a Winchester pre-64 And said: Are you ready to kill? Then there was blood on my shoes There was blood on my makeup There was blood on the ceiling There was blood on the piano There was blood on my microphone There was blood on my fans There was blood in my whiskey Now there's blood on my hands So I went on the run to win nobody's heart Got into a terrible fix He was tall, unattractive and living apart But he carried a .30-06 Then there was blood on my shoes There was blood on my makeup There was blood on the ceiling There was blood on the piano There was blood on the bartender There was blood on the band There was blood in my whiskey Now there's blood on my hands Now there is blood on my shoes There is blood on my makeup There is blood on the ceiling There is blood on the piano There is blood on my microphone There is blood on my fans There is blood in my whiskey And there's blood on my hands