Atlanta Hotel

I was cutting off your manhood because it was fun
You got no need for a stinking, smelly, lonely love gun
I placed it beside the pillow on my bed
Got no worries, now I can give myself head

Oh yes, I feed on things that bleed
And I will do anything to get what I need
Oh yes, I feed on things that bleed
And I will do anything to get what I need

Oh yes, I feed on things that bleed
Oh yes, I feed on things that bleed
(All the things that bleed)
(All the things that bleed)

I'm collection body parts and placing them in jars
They are leftovers from smashed-up cars
I guess it's no good to live as if in a dream
But all I can think of is semen face-dream
Oh, boy

Oh yes, I feed on things that bleed
And I will do anything to get what I need
Oh yes, I feed on things that bleed
And I will do anything to get what I need

Oh yes, I feed on things that bleed
And I will do anything to get what I need
Oh yеs, I feed on things that bleed
And I will do anything to get what I need

(And I will do anything to get what I need)