Well, they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can't control myself because I don't know how
And they love me for it, honestly, I'll be here for a while

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough
So give them blood, blood, blood
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood

A celebrated man amongst the gurneys
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so
But it's really quite alarming 'cause I'm such an awful fuck (oh, thank you)

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough
I gave you blood, blood, blood
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love

Copyright: BLOW THE DOORS OFF CHICAGO, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Bob Bryar, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Michael Way, Ray Toro