Drop some blood, in a green glass vial

He could tell her a thousand times

Not to stare when he gets wild

Drop some blood, in a green glass vial

Drop some blood, in a green glass vial

Making money is the Devil's art

They can trade their food and wine

Growing grapes on a fence tied vine

German shepards and caged magpies

Under corrigated iron

Drop some blood, in a green glass vial

Drop some blood, in a green glass vial

He made decisions like a seasoned vet

With a gun to the sky

Quadre bikes and a telescopic eye

Drop some blood, in a green glass vial

In the evening marauders came off, it was on her breath

My sweet girl, so scared you forgot about death

Death is the pulse in your bye on your very last breath