Sorry About the Blood - Trumans Water

I want it right now

Right now

I want it right now

Right

Now

I want it right now

Right now

I want it right now

Right

Now

Bob Guccione as my father

And I my father’s son

I’d make my bed a sceptic vision

And never rise for anyone

I’d want my mom to be a victim

The kind they draw for GAR

I’d want her senseless, topless, headless

I’d want my mom to be a star

I want it right now

Right now

I want it right now

Right

Now