Keren Ann - Blood on My Hands lyrics

I was the darling no one could defeat Grand hotel suites were my home Men at my feet, limousines in the street First cla** to Paris and Rome He walked unannounced through my dressing room door And then from a case if you will He pulled out a winchester pre-64 And said:" Are you ready to k**?" Then there was blood on my shoes There was blood on my makeup There was blood on the ceiling There was blood on the piano There was blood on my microphone There was blood on my fans There was blood in my whiskey Now there's blood on my hands So I went on the run to win nobody's heart Got into a terrible fix He was tall unattractive and living apart But he carried A 30.06 Then there was blood on my shoes There was blood on my makeup There was blood on the ceiling There was blood on the piano There was blood on my bartender There was blood on the band There was blood in my whiskey Now there's blood on my hands Now there was blood on my shoes There was blood on my makeup There was blood on the ceiling There was blood on the piano There was blood on my microphone There was blood on my fans There was blood in my whiskey Then there's blood on my hands