You don't know what to do 
With this life in front of you 
You don't know what to say and so 
How am I ever to let you go?
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Blood runs down from my thumb 
Pricked it on a Christian rose 
Who said the Lord told it to 
Stick it to them heathen brutes 
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Naive and jealous was I 
When I found myself in that place
You toss then you turn all through the night 
Trying your best to take back your life.
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Blood runs down from my thumb 
Pricked it on a Christian rose 
Who said the Lord told it to 
Stick it to them heathen brutes 
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It curls its petals in smiles 
Hides its thorns in mottled shades 
Draws its lips to taste blood 
So it can sacrifice your love. 
You find yourself at the altar, here
Chained by your love and your fear 
You said you'd be the sacrifice 
But still you flinch when you see the knife
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You don't know what to do 
With this life in front of you 
You don't know what to say and so 
How am I ever to let you go?