Pumping Blood - Lou Reed, Metallica

Pumping blood, pumping blood

Pumping blood, pumping blood

Pumping blood, pumping blood

Pumping blood, pumping blood

If I pump out blood in the sunshine

Oil on the wheel

That is blasted and busted away

A nail or a little piece of glass

A little piece of glass, a little piece of glass

Swarming like bees over the air

Off the pump, off the thing

The blood that I’m pumping away

Like bees over the air

Off the pump, off the thing

The blood that I’m pumping away

Off the pump, off the thing

The blood that I’m pumping away

If I pump blood in the sunshine

And you wear a leather box with azaleas, and I pump more blood

And it seeps through my skin

Will you adore the river?

The stream, the trickle

The tributary of my heart!

As I pump more blood

And it seeps through my skin

Will you adore the river?

The stream, the trickle

The tributary of my heart!

If I’m pumping blood

Like a common state worker

If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute

Would you think less of me

And my coagulating heart?

Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute

Coagulating heart

Pumping blood

C’mon James!

Would you top me off?

Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy?

While you yell out, «mercy»?

We grow apart

Would you rip and cut me?

Use a knife on me?

Be shocked at the boldness, the coldness of this little heart

Tied up in leather would you take the measure

Of the blood that I pump in the manic confusion of love?

Supreme violation, supreme violation

«Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you!»

«Oh, Jack I beseech you!»

Supreme violation

Blood in the foyer, the bathroom, the tea room, the kitchen, with her knives

splayed

I will swallow your sharpest cutter

Like a colored man’s dick

Blood spurting from me!

«Oh Jack, Jack I beseech!!!»

«Jack, I beseech you, I beseech!!!»

In the end it was an ordinary heart

«Oh Jack I beseech you!»

As I scream out my pain

In the end it was an ordinary heart!

In the end, in the end

In the end it was an ordinary heart

«Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you!»

Supreme violation… Oh

«Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you!»

I call out your name!

Blood in the foyer, the bathroom, the tea room, the kitchen, and knives splayed

I swallow your sharpest cutter

Like a colored man’s dick

Blood spurting from me!

Blood spurting from me!

«Oh Jack»

«Oh Jack I beseech you»

In the end it was an ordinary heart

In the end it was an ordinary heart

Pumping blood