FTSE - Blood On My Hands

Glistens a diamond ring it goes the distance
Now is a tiny clear rumor going from Africa to England
Just an accessory now for fat rich cold fingers
I've got blood on my hands, and it lingers
Remote control, and mobile phones made up of components that dug out holes
Silver, gold, gas or aureac gold
I've got blood on my hands, and all over my home

You count call whatever you want for the right price
We open up on weekends
We open up on night
We've got hundred of brands
Selling the same thing,
and if you hadn't got it, then we order it

(x2)
I've got blood on my hands
I've got blood on my hands

It's wrong 100 percent, call it
It doesn't cost a bomb just a nail in a coffin
Made in Taiwan by who cares and who knows
I've got blood on my hands, at shoulders, knees and toes
Decisions, decisions, oh what's the fucking difference?
They all do the same thing, it's the package and it comes in
I'ma stand it, I'm running the revolution, is coming
I've got blood on my hands, and it just keeps gushing

You can get whatever you want for the right price
We open up on weekends
We open up on night
We've got hundred of brands
Selling the same thing,
and if you hadn't got it, then we order it

(x2)
I've got blood on my hands
I've got blood on my hands

And it won't come off, and it won't come off
And it won't come off, and it won't come off

And it won't come off, and it won't come off
And it won't come off, and it won't come off
And it won't come off, and it won't come off
And it won't come off, and it won't come off

You can get whatever you want for the right price
We open up on weekends
We open up on night
We've got hundred of brands
Selling the same thing,
and if you hadn't got it, then we order it

(x4)
I've got blood on my hands
I've got blood on my hands

(x2)
And it won't come off, and it won't come off (Oh, no)
And it won't come off, and it won't come off (Oh, no)

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