I use to throw away
All food that has gone bad
So I won’t let this grape
Get rotten in your hands

I’ll burn the corpse before it putrefies

I use to throw away
Broken stuff, not to repair
So I won’t let you keep
Hitting this wounded leech

Cos we don’t like bleeding hearts
Cos we don’t like blood
Cos we don’t like bleeding hearts
Cos we don’t like blood

I’ll cut your hand before it shoots
I’ll cut your hand before it shoots
I’ll cut your hand before it shoots
Cos we don’t like bloody loves