John Vanderslice - When It Hits My Blood Lyrics
I stole from my motherto hock her TVshe locked herself in the bathroomshe locked herself away from meI'm not her sonwhen it hits my bloodI've never felt this good before,I've never been at peace insidemy mother's a pill fiendmy girlfriend cut the rope, burned the sailstep on it yourself, mandrive down to fla. and bailwhen it hits my bloodI'm not her sonI'm the son of a flower that grows on afghani bluffI've never felt this good before,I've never been at peace inside