You might have thought you were in for a good time, well maybe some other time. because you're legless and your heart is a mess, try to get your shit figured out. We got people all spread out back in the alley, itching for a showdown. I'm all yours if you're lookin' to dance, so baby come on take your knives out. You got the blood on your face and all over your clothes. come on come on, on your face and all over your clothes. Come on come on, just let me know when you're ready, know when you're ready Friday night lights, back in the saddle like John Wayne riding a motorbike. You come in here with your hair did up like a priestess, f***ing with dynamite. I said hold on a minute, I got my limits. Stand and deliver a tasteful exhibit. Kick one back and I'm just not with it... teeth out flashing a smile. You got the blood on your face and all over your clothes. come on come on, on your face and all over your clothes. Come on come on, just let me know when you're ready, know when you're readyYou got the blood