Testo What Are People

Wiped up the blood from the mirror. Oh it was nothing serious, I just cut myself shaving. Thought about life as I lit up a cigarette, and the gallon of blood that keeps me alive. What are people, anyway?Climbed up the hill to look out on the city lights, millions of strangers on a cold, cold night. Each set of eyes seein' things a little differently, then in the end it all comes down to property. What are people, anyway? People can be good fun. People will hang around, if you let 'em