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Music written by Cautery
Lyrics written by R. Hörmann
Dave is my name, I'm jobless
The bloodbank's where I get
My cash
And I'm quite rich
Don't you think
That I sell my own blood
That's too little to earn
My bread
I bleed special friends of mine
Like my girl
She left me, that bitch!
And luck would have it
That I hate my neighbour
Cause when he's drunk
He pukes on my precious
Garden gnomes
Don't get me wrong
That's nothing more
Than a lucrative use
Of detested blood
I'm carving up their veins
I catch their juice in pales
Like farmers milk their goats
I milk my personal foes
And fill my safe
Two times a week
No bad conscience
Considering it's purpose
Suppose you had
A bad car crash
Lost lots of blood so that you
Needed a blood conserve
Than it's fortunate for you ...
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