We were hanging on, on by a little thread
Should have placed that arrow right in my head
Never looked so good and you didn't break a sweat
With a cruel ambition that caught me dead

All the blood that I bled

The mal and hand down to the leg and side
When you cut me open I could not hide
I won't leave until I can leave with a little pride
Don't cut me loose when I'm tied up tight

All the blood that I bled
All the nights that we cried
All the demons we fed
Should have kept the same side
All the blood that I bled
All the nights that we cried
All the demons we fed
Should have kept the same side

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Barry Westhead, Ben Byrne, James Stelfox, James Walsh