Lost Boys Lyrics by The Blood Brothers
It’s your f#cking blood I’m drinking,
It’s your f#cking soul I’m stealing,
It’s your f#cking neck I’m sucking – oh yeah!
Two punctured wounds,
A blood transfusion. [x3]
Boys.
Lost boys. [x3]
That crimson running down my lips.
That crimson running down your lips.
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The Blood Brothers Lyrics – Lost Boys