Marathon - Bombs Make Lousy Tourniquets lyrics

rate me

I paid the mob their fee so no one can touch me. <br />

You see, you gotta' pay the Don so he can wet his beak. <br />

Wait, got a situation here. <br />

I'll consult whitecoat technicians. <br />

They'll run some tests and check emissions. <br />

This condition needs some fixin' now, so slice me up. <br />

Staple me shut. <br />

Fluid's leaking out. <br />

Press your hands down. <br />

Writhing on the couch, I'm screaming loud, <br />

"Who's gonna help me now?" while the deep red creeps across white sheets. <br />

I'm draining out. <br />

Could you do a favor? <br />

Please press your hands down. <br />

The Don's connections: chargin' more protection to repair my body. <br />

It's gonna cost me. <br />

Naked from the waist down, I'm freakin' out.<br />

This is me from the waist down. <br />

I didn't mean for you to see these scars. <br />

I'm pleadin' now, could you do a favor? <br />

Please, just turn around. <br />

Turn around. <br />

The mob needs more for the war in the neighborhood. <br />

I've already paid the standard fee for homeland security. <br />

(My hands covered in my own blood. <br />

Who'll repair me? I've had enough.) <br />

It's unclear why this fear's overtaken me 'cause <br />

I never had an enemy 'til the Don's family moved onto my street, throwing buckets of blood on my hands. <br />

These are my new liquid assets. <br />

Can't they kick a little back to heal me for investing in the crime family?