Unfortunately Im coming from a bad end
And Im destined for a bad end


But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone
Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone
Blood outta stone


Youre history
Youve quit existation
Youre green grub


And if I had any guts
Id turn those money tables up
You dis-corporate bore
You make me tired to the bone


Cos getting things outta you....


When all your friends have dissolved
And youre yakking on the phone
Youre techno-grounded
Youre blood outta stone
Might appear deranged
But youre blood outta stone
Youre mutton dressed as lamb
Cos youre blood outta stone
At least Ive got an aim, chick
Blood outta stone
But Im working to an aim