When It Hits My Blood

I stole from my mother

To hock her TV

She locked herself in the bathroom

She locked herself away from meI'm not her son

When it hits my bloodI've never felt this good before,

I've never been at peace insidemy mother's a pill fiend

My girlfriend cut the rope, burned the sail

Step on it yourself, man

Drive down to fla. and bailwhen it hits my blood

I'm not her son

I'm the son of a flower that grows on afghani bluffI've never felt this good before,

I've never been at peace inside

Songwriters

Vanderslice, JohnPublished by

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