Album Name

Lulu

Artist

Lou Reed, Metallica

Genre

록/메탈

Release Date

2011.01.01

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Pumping Blood - Lou Reed, Metallica
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

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 ya
In the end it was
an ordinary heart
In the end it was
an ordinary heart
Pumping blood