OxBlood - Cane Hill

Welcome to the farm, tonight I run the joint

Your room’s outside.

Play in the dirt

Roll in the mud.

No shirt, no shoes, just greed to cut

Welcome to the farm tonight

I run the joint, here’s your new life

Eat the worm, swallow the flies

No shirt, no shoes, just appetites

Amputee, I’m black market Jesus

And I got the blood you need

But I need a promise to secrecy or you get nothing from me

You want Type A?

I got it

You need Type B?

I got it

Open your veins

I got it

Dine with me, I’m your dot com savior

Doctors playing God

But I play the game

The wild wild west of saving lives

Paid for everything.

Doctors playing God

I play the game.

Transfusion made a king out of me

Welcome to the farm tonight

Let’s make a deal, friend