Hey dotty man, what you doing?
You’ve been living in a dangerous ruin
What you doing living in a dangerous ruin?
What you doing there, dotty man?
Sitting alone on a gilded throne
Living a life that is not your own
Living a lie that is not your own
Dreaming of a man wearing Turbo
Petals of blood spring up in the rye
Petals of blood rise up for I and I
Hey dotty man, what you doing down there?
You’ve been breathing borrowed air
What you doing living in a dangerous ruin?
What you doing there, dotty man?
Making moves out of the public eye
Going to take the fast lane to the top
A wild goose chase of hit and run
Tribal war to Kabul and beyond
Petals of blood spring up at this time
Petals of blood consume all in fire
Here lies the simpering sycophant
Here is the lair of the mercenary
Here is the gambling dilettante
Going for to vex his aged auntie
You hear the cry of the cornered rabbit
You feel them reach into your pocket
You know well that you can’t stop it
It brings you credit and it brings them profit
Petals of blood spring up at this time
Turn to a flood before our eyes
Red is the ground and red is the sky
No more petals of blood
Hey dotty man you think that things are fine
But you’ve been living on borrowed time
What you doing living in a dangerous ruin?
What you doing there dotty man?
No, it is not any ism
Going to bring down your schism system
Now the wolf is at your throat
Going to separate the sheep from the goats
Petals of blood spring up at this hour
The worm has eaten in to the flower
Red is the ground and red is the sky
No more petals of blood
Petals of blood spring up at this time
Petals of blood consume all in fire
You can’t run and you can’t hide
No more petals of blood.
