Some bite the bullet, they'll take anything they give And then they give you back a toothless grin Other people want whatever they want And they want to see the red blood pour The girl with the telephone makes a call Calls to say we shouldn't talk anymore And now the bullet is bit, and in silence we sit I can see the line is drawn This not a pleasant conversation Everybody knows it's ok to chat in the year 08 When the culture vultures sit at the tables, wearing their hats La la la... Ok I sit at home trying to organize a boat so I can ship my soul to Galileo Because he won the bet there's a block over my head And I guess you'll see my real blood pour Some wear the badge and they ruin the game Because they shine it in your right wing face Oh you come around and you save the day You take all my worries away This not a pleasant conversation Everybody knows it's ok to chat in the year 08 When the culture vultures sit at the table, wearing their hats La la la... Bright bright blood On my hands I am lost I once was sad Bright bright blood On my hands I am lost I once was sad Give in! [scream:] La la la... Some bite the bullet, they'll take anything they give And then they give you back a toothless grin But other people want whatever they want And they want to see my red blood pour