When It Hits My Blood - John Vanderslice

I stole from my mother

to hock her TV

she locked herself in the bathroom

she locked herself away from me

I’m not her son

when it hits my blood

I’ve never felt this good before,

I’ve never been at peace inside

my mother’s a pill fiend

my girlfriend cut the rope, burned the sail

step on it yourself, man

drive down to fla.

and bail

when it hits my blood

I’m not her son

I’m the son of a flower that grows on afghani bluff

I’ve never felt this good before,

I’ve never been at peace inside