Bloodrock mania is all you really need for survival Soft core plastic whore says you ain't getting any of this Shed your wet red in the name of artistic revival I'm a pop rock terrorist converting all the ears of the squeamish You say that there's an edge to your madness Feuding with a dull star, is that all you've got? 'Cause if it is, well, then I hope somebody whispers in your ears, "It's not a lot" And not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock ♪ Bloodrock mania is slowly creeping onto the airwaves Destroy the country boy, or his heart will break again and again You say that there's an edge to your madness Feuding with a dull star, is that all you've got? 'Cause if it is, well, then I hope somebody whispers in your ears, "It's not a lot" And not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock ♪ Not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock Not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock Not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock Not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock