Unfortunately Im coming from a bad end

And Im destined for a bad end





But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone

Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone

Blood outta stone





Youre history

Youve quit existation

Youre green grub





And if I had any guts

Id turn those money tables up

You dis-corporate bore

You make me tired to the bone





Cos getting things outta you....





When all your friends have dissolved

And youre yakking on the phone

Youre techno-grounded

Youre blood outta stone

Might appear deranged

But youre blood outta stone

Youre mutton dressed as lamb

Cos youre blood outta stone

At least Ive got an aim, chick

Blood outta stone

But Im working to an aim