Too Much Blood - Howler

I want to dance, I want to sing

I want to bust up everything

To make some love

I want to dance, I want to sing

I want to bust up everything

And make some love

I can feel it in the air

Feel it up above

Feel the tension everywhere

There is too much blood

Too much blood, well alright

Everything you see

On the movie screen is tame

Everything’s gonna be arranged

A friend of mine was this Japanese.

He had a girlfriend in

Paris.

He tried to date her in six months and eventually she

Said yes.

You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her

Head.

Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her

Piece by piece.

Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the

Freezer.

And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de

Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the

Bones.

You don’t believe me?

Truth is stranger than fiction

We drive through there every day

I want to dance, I want to sing

I want to bust up everything

Be number one, yeah

I want to dance, I want to sing

I want to bust up everything

And have some fun

I can feel it everywhere

Feel it up above

Feel the tension in the air

There is too much blood, too much blood

Too much, yeah too much blood, alright

Did you ever see 'Texas Chain Saw Massacre'?

Horrible, wasn’t

It?

You know people ask me: it is really true where you live

In Texas, it is really true what they do around there, people?

I say, «yeah everytime I drive through the crossroads I get

Scared there’s a bloke running around with a fucking chain

Saw.

Oh oh no, gonna, oh no.

Don’t saw off me leg, don’t saw

Off me arm.»

When I get to the movies, you know I’d like to

See something more romantic, you know.

Like 'An Officer and a

Gentleman' or something.

Something you can take the wife to

You know what I mean?

Yeah!

I want to dance, I want to sing

I want to bust up everything

And have some fun

I want to dance, I want to sing

I want to bust up everything

And make some love

I can feel it everywhere

Feel it up above

Feel the tension in the air

There is too much blood, too much blood

Oh yeah

Pretty ladies, don’t be scared

Pretty ladies, don’t be scared

Pretty ladies, don’t be scared

Pretty ladies, don’t be scared

Pretty ladies, don’t despair

There’s still so much love

Pretty ladies, don’t despair

Too much, too much, yeah

Too much blood, too much blood

Too much too much blood, too much blood

Too much blood, too much blood…