Letras:The Hundred in the Hands. Gold Blood.

Uptight,
Short breath,
Loose lies,
Sex & death.
1, 2,
On the edge

Young blood,
No chance
Youth in a rude stance
Dancing
On the edge of dawn.

On/off,
Cold/hot
Open/close,
Pull away.
3, 4,
On the edge.

Raw nerves,
Wet lips
Stripped curves
Missteps
Upset
On the edge of dawn.

Gold blood
Runs through
Runs through my
Cold boy
Hold on
Hold on my
Gold blood
Runs through
Runs through my
Cold boy
Hold on
Hold on!

Uptight,
Short breath,
Loose lies,
Sex & death.
1, 2,
On the edge

Young blood,
No chance
Youth in a rude stance
Dancing
On the edge of dawn.

Gold blood
Runs through
Runs through my
Cold boy
Hold on
Hold on my
Gold blood
Runs through
Runs through my
Cold boy
Hold on
Hold on
My cold boy
Hold on
Hold on
My cold boy
Hold on
Hold on
My cold boy
Hold on
Hold on
My cold boy
Hold on
Hold on