The Blood on My Hands - Mark Eitzel

to maintain a look like this — i spent many happy hours

on my face and my nails and my hair

you see I believe that beauty is like a secret power

like love it don’t play fair

the blood on my hands

the timeless treasure

the blood on my hands

makes me weaker than water

you don’t know it but were moving in a dance

my beaded slippers brushing the floor

at my glory your afraid to even glance

its like the shadow that falls across your door

the blood on my hands

a blessing beyond measure

the blood on my hands

makes me weaker than water

i keep my life in a seashell box

with my knife and my pictures and my pills

my friends maybelline and max know

all about the truth

it can set you free — but it also kills

so take your courage and let me be

is a gutless grin all you brought

my beauty is bound for eternity

while your guts are just destined to rot

the blood on my hands

such a princely pleasure

the blood on my hands

makes me weaker than water

the blood on my hands

ripples on a golden river

the blood on my hands

makes me weaker than water