Gimme Some Blood

I got a wicked tongue that's like a storm in rage
And my heart's always said I had balls bigger than my brains, my brains
I had a lot of dreams walking down these streets
But ambition never said I had shoes bigger than my feet, my feet

Angel wings, romantic swings
Coffee cups and OK! magazines
But baby, I need more

Doctor, gimme some blood
I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out
Sister, gimme some medicine
I've been a gentleman
Gotta help me out

Been dealing all my business up on Primrose Hill
Money is my weapon and my bullets are dressing to kill
Yeah, I kill 'em babe
So, I'm cutting all my profits on the tabletop
Turning on the tap but the water never stops flowing
Where the hell am I going?

Silhouettes and TV sets
Looking like a young starved suffragette
But baby, I need more

Doctor, gimme some blood
I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out
Sister, gimme some medicine
I've been a gentleman
Gotta help me out

My bloody knuckles are swinging in my self-defence (in my defence)
Life sometimes is a big joke and I laugh at my expense (laugh at my expense)
You can write it on a napkin in a cocktail bar
I can walk you back to Heaven but it's just too far
Here it comes, the rain and sun
The what I was, then what I have become, yeah

Doctor, gimme some blood (gimme, gimme)
I'm all out of love
You gotta help me out (you know I'm out of love)
Sister, gimme some medicine
I've been a gentleman
Gotta help me out (Can you hear me, baby, baby?)

You gotta help me (everyone needs time)
Help me (but I ain't got enough to give it)
You gotta help me out (help me out)
You gotta help me (everyone needs time)
Help me (but I ain't got enough to give it)
You gotta help me out (you gotta help me out)

You gotta help me
Help me
You gotta help me out
You gotta help me
Help me
You gotta help me out