Текст песни Blood on Your Knees - Suzanne Santo

I started out at the end of the road
Realized I had a good ways to go
I had no supplies, no lover to hold
It got cold, it got cold
And I spit on the pavement
And stuck to the wheat
And choked on the ruthlessness inside of me
Oh it's just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Oh no it ain't time to die
Quit wallowing, wasting, wondering "why me?"
And just pick up your feet

Stopped at a station with lottery lights
It promised a fortune on this lonely night
You were rude with my money
And cruel with my dreams
Yeah I tripped over nothing
And fell down and grieved
Oh it's just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Oh no it ain't time to die
So quit wallowing, wasting, wondering "why me?"
And just pick up your feet

Ohbaby are you feeling sorry for yourself?
Are you mad that you got dirty?
Are you blamin' someone else?
Ooh ah
Oh it's just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Oh no it ain't time to die
So quit wallowing, wasting, wondering "why me?"
And just pick up your feet
Oh just pick up your feet