Unfortunately I'm coming from a bad end

And I'm destined for a bad end 





But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone

Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone

Blood outta stone 





You're history

You've quit existation

You're green grub 





And if I had any guts

I'd turn those money tables up

You dis-corporate bore

You make me tired to the bone 





Cos getting things outta you.... 





When all your friends have dissolved

And you're yakking on the phone

You're techno-grounded

You're blood outta stone

Might appear deranged

But you're blood outta stone

You're mutton dressed as lamb

Cos you're blood outta stone

At least I've got an aim, chick

Blood outta stone

But I'm working to an aim