She just wanted to hold his heart, in her hands for a while Drop some blood, in a green glass vial He could tell her a thousand times Not to stare when he gets wild Drop some blood, in a green glass vial Drop some blood, in a green glass vial Making money is the Devil's art They can trade their food and wine Growing grapes on a fence tied vine German shepards and caged magpies Under corrigated iron Drop some blood, in a green glass vial Drop some blood, in a green glass vial He made decisions like a seasoned vet With a gun to the sky Quadre bikes and a telescopic eye Drop some blood, in a green glass vial In the evening marauders came off, it was on her breath My sweet girl, so scared you forgot about death Death is the pulse in your bye on your very last breath