My cup runneth over
Like blood from a stone
These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I like to see
How you all would bleed for me
When the pig runs slower
Let the arrow fly
When the sin lies bolder
I'll pluck out thine eye
These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I like to see
How you all would bleed for me
If you scorn my lover
Satan got your thigh
If you steal in hunger
I will kick you when you try
These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I like to see
How you all would bleed for me
(In Backround) "All these things that you've done for me,
Have left me so... FUCKING TIRED
I'm not saying that you haven't done a lot of good,
But if there's one thing you can do,
You can BLEED FOR ME, BLEED FOR ME"
These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I like to see
How you all would bleed for me
These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I like to see
How you all would bleed for meCrossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin' fun,
But back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the Gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa... mmm...
Again the morning's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord)
Will you hide the dead man's ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
or will his spirit roll away?
But I know that he won't stay without Melissa.
Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa.