Blood

I look like ten miles of bad road

And smell like a plumber's handkerchief

I got a stiff leg and slow walk and graceful as a tanker ship

I'm made of dust and dirt and rage

Lessons learned the hardest ways

And my blood, still stains the blade

My mind speaks a language my mouth never dares repeat

I like to smile real handsome with a head full of crooked teeth

I'm made of dust and dirt and rage

Lessons learned the hardest ways

And my blood, still stains the blade

I'm a ten ton dinosaur making my way into a top hat

Obsolete and unwanted and too dump to care one single bit

I'm made of dust and dirt and rage

Lessons learned the hardest ways

And my blood, still stains the blade