Blood in a Tin Cup

pushing them back under
never like they say
count six to kill the thunder
then find another way

keeping your hopes up
voices of the dead will hold your head up
don’t let all the bastards make your mind up
there’s blood in a tin cup

oh oh oh
blood in a tin cup

i saw the feast of stephen
i played among the tombs
and i never stopped believing
the future’s in her womb

keeping your hopes up
those who promise truth will make the most up
you know it cos you’re feeling it in your gut
there’s blood in a tin cup

oh oh oh
blood in a tin cup

blood in a tin cup
blood in a tin cup
blood in a tin cup
keeping your hopes up
holding your head up
making your mind up

you saw the hand they dealt you
and you burned a city street
but when the collar feelers felt you
you ran to your defeat

keeping your hopes up
harbingers of doom will keep the folks up
the prophet went to sleep and never woke up
there’s blood in a tin cup

oh oh oh oh
blood in a tin cup
blood in a tin cup
oh
there’s blood in a tin cup