When you're down on the floor bleeding, bastard You'll be getting home real soon And I'll pray for you high health

Don't let them scare you When you're down on the floor bleeding, bastard You'll be getting home real soon

Speak up let out, caught in the crossfire Compared to the step to the bone that might break It's too late to find a better way out of this

With the finest regards that I lost in the cracks of this street

Scream loud (wide open now, you're dead and gone)

Scream sayonara (ooh, ooh) Sweet Josephine, will you follow me home