We've Got a Score to Settle

Calm down, you won't gain any ground
If you're shaking from head-to-toe
And if you'd wake up, you'd be weary to lie
'Cause discerning eyes will know
Your words carry the weight of the world
And they're waiting for that shoe to drop
So you sit down, you give in, and they get up

And they yell
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
With a stone-cold glare and a crooked grin
You know exactly what we're saying when we say
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
Forget about truth and consequence
We've got a way to deal with this

And if you're good, maybe they'll be light on you
Long as you dance just like they want you to
Just shelter that look in your eyes and think about staying alive
Sit down, give in when they get up

And they yell
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
With a stone-cold glare and a crooked grin
You know exactly what we're saying when we say
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
Forget about truth and consequence
We've got a way to deal with this

"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
With a stone-cold glare and a crooked grin
You know exactly what we're saying when we say
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
"Someone's got blood on their hands!"
Forget about truth and consequence
We've got a way to deal with this