Blood's Too Rich Songtext
von Luke Doucet

Take my mother, my sister, my brother, and my first born son.
Ne′ er do wells, everyone.
There's a fracture in the fabric of the family′s old scotch pine.
But it will heal if given time.


I for one am a believer in the nod and shake.
We'll get on, it's never too late.
It′s a part of your cult that I might keep for myself.
Turn the other cheek (that′s nice).
But not that but about your hell.

Because my blood's too rich for subway cars, and I′m too poor for a cab.
I'm too old for the girl I love but she doesn′t know it yet.
When I die I will leave no shadows of regret.
I'm too tired to make amends that cannot go unsaid