[Verse 1]
Bloodrock mania is all you really need for survival
Softcore plastic whore says you ain't getting any of this
Shed your wet red in the name of artistic revival
I'm a pop rock terrorist converting all the ears of the squeamish

[Chorus]
You say that there's an edge to your madness
Feuding with a dull star, is that all you've got?
'Cause if it is, well then I hope somebody whispers in your ears, "It's not a lot"
And not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock

[Verse 2]
Bloodrock mania is slowly creeping onto the airwaves
Destroy the country boy or his heart will break again and again

[Chorus]
You say that there's an edge to your madness
Feuding with a dull star, is that all you've got?
'Cause if it is, well then I hope somebody whispers in your ears, "It's not a lot"
And not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock

[Outro]
Not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock
Not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock
Not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock
Not a lot is nowhere near the bloodrock