Blood Bank Blues

I've got the blood bank close, I didn't pay my tools, they shot me off! I've got the blood bank close, I could they refuse, to give me a pint or two! I'm sick and tired of the intrepated soul, all I really need is a little typo, I've got the blues!

Those old blood banked blues. I got the blood banked blues. When you direct core muscles, it will divide. It makes for a wonderful piece. You can keep your fillet and your top of the round.

But it's just my meat. All of the living banks closing the afternoon. But that is much to a storm. But for the vampires' class, it is a midnight must, when the moon is full and nude.

All the paucets and the drawers stand must be done. After ten hyper-depose, those old blood-danged news. I got the blood-dang news. Let me in, we whoop. For age and time. I got the ball like this.

I'm drizzabone. Go away, I'll sing your wings. The reason that my blues, they did start. Boris put a stake in my galare's heart. I don't get it out before the sun is high. How will I ever fly?

I've really got the shades my wing membrane is How will I make it tonight? With the boss of the local red cross I'd like to know his name If he just doesn't give a heck I'll put the bite to his neck and lose my blows Cause all the blood bank blows Nothing.

We are. It's real. Look at me for my little Self. We are. We are. It's real. It's real. Enough! That's not it. I am very proud of you. It's so beautiful to see you.