LYRICS
There’s blood and guts flyin’
Here there and everywhere
I’d be laughin’ if I weren’t cryin’
Your cost you will not bare?
Sure wish I’d worn my gore poncho
When your friend turns to foe
Surely means you don’t know
[Or that it’s time they go
Unless you’re wearin’ your gore poncho]
’cause their bloatin’ is imploding
On anything close to thinking
Look out! They’re about to explode… shoot their motherlode
Oh, nooooo! Sure wish I’d worn my gore poncho
I confess…
You’ve made a mess
And, I should’ve worn my gore poncho
You went nuts and spilled your guts
You’d blow your mind if it was somethin’ ya could find
Ya took your toll on your soul
And poked your third eye blind
ABOUT THE SONG
A A7 Am7
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G D A
Am7 E A
D G D A
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
From the album Revealed
by Daniel Brouse