Cane Hill - OxBlood

Welcome to the farm, tonight I run the joint.
Your room’s outside. Play in the dirt.
Roll in the mud. No shirt, no shoes, just greed to cut.
Welcome to the farm tonight.
I run the joint, here’s your new life.
Eat the worm, swallow the flies.
No shirt, no shoes, just appetites.
Amputee, I’m black market Jesus,
And I got the blood you need.
But I need a promise to secrecy or you get nothing from me.
You want Type A? I got it.
You need Type B? I got it.
Open your veins.
I got it.
Dine with me, I’m your dot com savior.
Doctors playing God,
But I play the game.
The wild wild west of saving lives,
Paid for everything. Doctors playing God.
I play the game. Transfusion made a king out of me.
Welcome to the farm tonight.
Let’s make a deal, friend.