Letras:
The Bled Needs

friendship can die young As the glow from the street light bled Down the Langlands Road we set off the best of friends I know where I stand I don't need

that next tear in your eye You know that I come every time you cry In the back of this LA cab You drive me so mad Hold you til my hands bled That's the

Mo murda, mo murda redrum Catch you niggas slippin' and I hit you with this lead son Split your fuckin' wig and leave you drippin', make you bled some

: I got my first real six-string: bought it at the five and dime, Played it ?til my fingers bled; was the summer of sixty nine. Me and some guys from

: I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime Played it till my fingers bled It was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school

: I got my first real six string Bought it at the five and dime Played it til my fingers bled Was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school

Sure of this circus I start swinging We start swinging 'Cause this might just feed The mother of all needs Turning over, heard it oh so clear The mother of all our needs

faces My broken heart has bled With memories of a love that's dead Sometimes happy then sad I need love, love help me I need love, love help me I need

his gates, without his grace. [Lead] In torment in hell, uncontrolled and casting spells, plotting death and suffering, binding souls with misery, burning Christians begging pleas, satisfy my need to bleed