Blood City Blues

Blood City Blues

Words and music by Nicholas Tozier

The pipes in this city are just long gun barrels
Can’t even run the faucet without tapping into somebody’s blood
Draining somebody you love

The light switches are wired to a long fuse under the ground;
You flick the wrong one, tomorrow night the building will fall.
The fuse runs long.
Down through the walls

Debt collector’s coming. Just a blind gloved hand and an arm
That parts the curtains of every window at once.
The palms turn up.
You know what he wants.

The mill down on the docks melts today’s murder weapons down
to weave barbed wire out of spilled blood and paranoia.

no demo of this one yet. Soon. -Tozier