Call me selfish, call me mean
Tell me I’m a fool not to care
But I can tell you straight
Only women bleed, only women bleed.

No matter who’s to blame
It always seems to come around
Haunts this room, I have for my cell.

Call me …

This place is a nightmare
For those so unprepared
Safe love is not enough
To keep the realisation down.

Call me …

All in all, when it strikes
Where do we look, where do we go
Always to warmth we call our home.

Pump, pump, feel it burn
Lessons never to learn
Walking the tightrope
Tension slips away – away.

Call me …

Where do all the tears go
Into the furnace evaporate
Pressure the bearer of tidings
Telling you to slow it down.

Call me …

If apples are godsends
Who took the ribs
Why does the answer
Never appear.

You cant call me selfish, call me mean
Tell me I’m a fool not to care
‘Cause I can tell you straight
Only women bleed (x2).

GRUM