A Wish for a Fish

Hey riding hood I smell blood and my hands are shaking
It's so tight it ain't right are you there for the taking?
Christ seekers look into the sand
I wash that blood right from my hands
Run far away from the place where you came
Run far away from the place where you came
Hey little fish got a wish? got a thought for the ocean?
I've got time lay it down I'll pay good for the notion
Gotta run gotta hide gotta run gotta hide
Christ seekers look into the sand
I wash that blood right from my hands
Run far away from the place where you came
Run far away from the place where you came