Blood in your Signature


Blood in your Signature – pella/drums version
Melody and Lyrics: Lonnie Ray Atkinson
Vocals: Lonnie Ray Atkinson

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Lyrics:
CHORUS:
Oh there’s blood, there’s blood, there’s blood, oh there’s blood
There’s blood in your signature

After the cheers have died down the day they swear you in
After the bands have all gone home they leave you with a pen
Within it the hope of millions who forget to comprehend
why they’re no longer needed for the next act to begin

It’s for whom this pen was purchased by, a debt must be made good
There’s blood now in your signature and you’re expected to spill some blood
You’ll never own that name again, and even if you could
There’s blood in your signature and you’re expected to spill some blood

chorus

They wet your lips with subtle drips of tempered legal verse
There’s blood in your signature, but only a little at first
Then they build your gate with lesser sins, this violence from the purse
There’s blood in your signature, but only a little at first

Then a test will come along, with a wager more perverse
There’s blood in your signature, just enough to test the thirst
And when you’ve passed and proven your oath merely rehearsed
There’s blood in your signature, you’ve gotten past the worst

chorus

Before you know the blood will flow, your conscience now immersed
There’s blood in your signature, too much now to break the curse
And like a fiend addicted to this dark drip from the pen
There’s blood in your signature, and you need to sign again

Now the ink may not be red, but neither’s blood before it’s spilled
And you may never know the names of the ones your name has killed
But oh, my dear, your cursive grace will never be the same
There’s blood in your signature, and it’ll forever be your shame

chorus

And like a bullet never fired twice, used once and then retired
They keep the pens as souvenirs, like ashes from the pyre
They’re given out as petty gifts for those left in the choir
Those who cannot see the blood those faithful to the liar

But those of us who see the blood, every bloody time you sign
you leave us pleading to the world, his signature was not mine
then watch you tout exception for a debt we cannot pay
there’s blood in your signature, and it’ll never wash away

chorus

Our pens no match for violence, when the words will be ignored
There are swords less mighty than the pen but your pen control the swords
And with those swords an armor to shield you from the sting
The privilege of a hangman who never has to see ‘em swing

But we shall not forsake our fight and yield this memory
Our pens shall not forget the blood, nor shall history
And if we’re ever blessed to wrest this one from your hand
there’ll be no victory ‘til we do away with such a pen

chorus

may the dead they haunt you, may they occupy your dreams
may you hear the mothers mourn, may you hear the victims scream
and if the ghosts have pity, we’ll still hound you ’til the end
there’s blood in your signature long after you pass the pen

and whether you ever see the blood and beg mercy for your soul
the pride of a president is too great to question the role
you’ll torture the years telling yourself that you did what you could
but there was blood in your signature and you were expected to spill some blood

final chorus