"Blood On The Bleachers" lyrics
Something you oughta know
You might not like to hear
The next president's probably missing an ear
There's a spectator dead
Two's in bad condition
We don't put folks to death
For having different opinions
God bless the dead
God damn the violent
Everybody calm down
Take a moment of silence
Conspiracy spiders are already weaving
A web on the internet
We'll all have to read it
Be kind to your neighbor
Give grace where it's lacking
'Cause it's hot in America
You don't know who's packing
Let the man get his shoes
Let the man get his sneakers
May the dead rest in peace
That's one hell of a picture
There's blood on the bleachers
You might not like to hear
The next president's probably missing an ear
There's a spectator dead
Two's in bad condition
We don't put folks to death
For having different opinions
God bless the dead
God damn the violent
Everybody calm down
Take a moment of silence
Conspiracy spiders are already weaving
A web on the internet
We'll all have to read it
Be kind to your neighbor
Give grace where it's lacking
'Cause it's hot in America
You don't know who's packing
Let the man get his shoes
Let the man get his sneakers
May the dead rest in peace
That's one hell of a picture
There's blood on the bleachers
