What used to matter doesn't matter anymore
People get together, what the hell are you fighting for
You can kiss the killer if it's yer thing, I guess
But when you do you're gonna get blood on yer lips

Blood on yer lips
Blood on yer lips

What used to matter doesn't matter anymore
People get together, help the sick and poor
You can kiss the killer but it won't buy you bliss
And when you do you're gonna get blood on yer lips

Blood on yer lips
Blood on yer lips

A killer tries to charm ya and seduce you with a smile
Time to run or you're gonna get left behind

What used to matter is just a shadow from the past
The world looks dark when your head's shoved in your ass
It ain't the first time we've been in this mess
You can pray every day that your heart be blessed
But how long can you hold your breath
And when you kiss the killer you get blood, blood on yer lips

Blood on yer lips
You gonna get blood (blood on yer lips)
Taste blood (blood on yer lips)
Blood (blood on yer lips)
Say blood (blood on yer lips)

Taste blood