Blood on My Boots

I was drinking champagne with Jerry Springer

I was young and dressed up to the nines

I looked on adoringly in the West End walls of mirrors at my face

At my fond ass designs

And oh, my dears

It was five pounds a glass, don't you know

As the wise might suspect

As I stood laughing with the director

There was only one way this could go

There's blood on my boots, blood on my boots, blood on my boots

There's blood on my boots, blood on my boots, blood on my boots

So I'm home to my roots

There's blood on my boots

Oh, I'm home to my roots

There's blood on my boots

I took a rickshaw right after the opera

And I felt like the queen of the world

The rickshaw driver was twenty and Italian

And I gave him my plus one

And he went home for his beautiful girl

And oh, my dears

It was five pounds for a shining crystal gun

Did I just drink too much?

Was there a waiter with a grudge?

Shooting fishes in a barrel having fun

There's blood on my face, blood on my face, blood on my face

There's blood on my face, blood on my face, blood on my face

There's blood all over the place

There's blood, there's blood, there's blood

Blood all over the place

There's blood on my face

The night started warm and so balmy

Oh, the stars, oh, the wind in my hair

The tears were the hero, the capital twilight

The lions in Trafalgar Square

And oh, my darlings

It was five pounds a glass, don't you know

Five pounds for poison in my glamorous glass

That quite put an end to my show

There's blood on my clothes, blood on my clothes, blood on my clothes

There's blood on my clothes, blood on my clothes, blood on my clothes

Oh, it came from my nose

This blood, this blood, this blood

Oh, it came from my nose

There's blood on my clothes

There was an angel in white all that night

Watched me leave, watched me stumble

The poison it blacks out your eyes

Then your face meets the ground

And if you fall all over the city at night

Well, they say you make no sound

No sound, no sound

There's blood on my top, blood on my top, blood on my top

Oh, there's blood on my top, blood on my top, blood on my top

I'm gonna go to the shop and buy me some plasters

And then I'm going to set my big old hackneyed ass mates

On that little bastard

On that little bastard

On that little bastard

On that little

On that little