Blood on Your Knees - Suzanne Santo

I started out at the end of the road

Realized I had a good ways to go

I had no supplies, no lover to hold

It got cold, it got cold

And I spit on the pavement

And stuck to the wheat

And choked on the ruthlessness inside of me

Oh it’s just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Oh no it ain’t time to die

Quit wallowing, wasting, wondering «why me?»

And just pick up your feet

Stopped at a station with lottery lights

It promised a fortune on this lonely night

You were rude with my money

And cruel with my dreams

Yeah I tripped over nothing

And fell down and grieved

Oh it’s just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Oh no it ain’t time to die

So quit wallowing, wasting, wondering «why me?»

And just pick up your feet

Ohbaby are you feeling sorry for yourself?

Are you mad that you got dirty?

Are you blamin' someone else?

Ooh ah

Oh it’s just blood on your knees, blood on your knees

Oh no it ain’t time to die

So quit wallowing, wasting, wondering «why me?»

And just pick up your feet

Oh just pick up your feet