Went into the pub. I was looking for a girl called Julia. I looked for a chair. I wondered why I felt so stupid. There are no cuts on me. So who's the one to bleed? I thought of H.I.V. I had blood on my hands. In this day and age You really can't be too careful. I washed off my hands and found a different table. The hard man at the bar, With a medal tooth and stare. I recognised it there. He had blood on his hands. OOO WAH WAH WAH OOO! Her coffee was strong. I was sweating when the girl came over. Something was wrong I didn't dare look over my shoulder. I only came to ask,if she would sing with us I was confident enough she had no blood on her hands. There was a simple explanation Blood on her hands There was the perfect combination Blood on her hands