History's Stranglers - The Bronx

I left with shaking hands, looking for danger

Details of modern love, in bed with strangers

And there is no warning

I’m not ignoring

I cut glass on my callused feet

Cause I walk through miles of make shift mud

Motherfucker… I want your blood!

I got the hands of history’s stranglers

And the midnight sky reflects off my skin

I got the flesh of a million strangers

You’re never gonna see me closing in

Yeah… while you’re sleeping!

No need for safe return

Is no need for your concern

There is no warning

I’m not ignoring

I follow you across the county lines

And these beads of sweat feel like a flood

You motherfucker… I want your blood!

I got the hands of history’s stranglers

And the midnight sky reflects off my skin

I got the flesh of a million strangers

You’re never going to see me closing in

You’re never going to see me closing in

While you’re sleeping!

Breaking through your window

Stabbing through your ribcage!