Nacho's in London

I have no blood.
Someone in my spirit;
Mixing up my veins (Fuck!).
We're lost in our bones & the happy world of meat.
Lasting, lasting, lasting.
And real visceral feelings making company.
You're becoming a big Mac. Sit on my table
and knocking on my door. Silence, silence.
Someone in my spirit. Mixing up my veins.
Silence. I have no blood... Sit on my table
(sit on my table) Knocking on my door.
Silence, silence... Someone in my spirit;
Mixing up my veins. Silence...
I have no blood. I have not blood...
I have not blood... I have not blood...
Silence... Silence... Schhh...