It doesn't really matter, the things you say to me

Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I'd be

Outta here where the air is cold, you're messing with my mind

Hey! You do it every time, Hey! And the season comes around

Once more,once more.



It doesn't really matter, the things you try to say

It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day

Right now just give me more blood

Just give it to me deep red

A flowing river crimson

A flowing river burning with desire

It's great, but I never said how great

Hey, you never really asked, well, I'm asking you right now

So shut up and explain

What's on your mind

In this dark hour

I said it doesn't matter, I can't be that much fatter

And you'll never get as much blood

From a phony Blarney, stone, rock, hard, Granite!?! Solid.