A Wish For A Fish

hey riding hood i smell blood and my hands are shaking
it’s so tight it ain’t right are you there for the taking?
christ seekers look into the sand
I wash that blood right from my hands
run far away from the place where you came
run far away from the place where you came
hey little fish got a wish? got a thought for the ocean?
I’ve got time lay it down I’ll pay good for the notion
gotta run gotta hide gotta run gotta hide
Christ seekers look into the sand
I wash that blood right from my hands
run far away from the place where you came
run far away from the place where you came