How much blood's he gonna draw
How much blood's he gonna draw
The harem of my sorrow lies awake and waiting
I'm slogging through the fallow fields while the rain lashes and blinds
How much blood's he gonna draw
How much blood's he gonna draw
Were I to be jackknifed on the highway, they couldn't pull me out of things not going my way now or then
And I can't help but to recall nothing but Wormwood and Gall but I can tell you he's not one to take