| Song | Too Much Blood - 2009 Re-Mastered Digital Version |
| Artist | The Rolling Stones |
| Album | Undercover |
| Lyrics：M.Jagger/K.Richards Music：M.Jagger/K.Richards | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| To make some love | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| And make some love | |
| I can feel it in the air | |
| Feel it up above | |
| Feel the tension everywhere | |
| There is too much blood | |
| Too much blood, well alright | |
| Everything you see | |
| On the movie screen is tame | |
| Everything's gonna be arranged | |
| A friend of mine was this Japanese. He had a girlfriend in | |
| Paris. He tried to date her in six months and eventually she | |
| said yes. You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her | |
| head. Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her | |
| piece by piece. Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the | |
| freezer. And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de | |
| Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the | |
| bones. You don't believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction. | |
| We drive through there every day. | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| Be number one, yeah | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| And have some fun | |
| I can feel it everywhere | |
| Feel it up above | |
| Feel the tension in the air | |
| There is too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much, yeah too much blood, alright | |
| Did you ever see 'Texas Chain Saw Massacre'? Horrible, wasn't | |
| it? You know people ask me: it is really true where you live | |
| in Texas, it is really true what they do around there, people? | |
| I say, 'yeah everytime I drive through the crossroads I get | |
| scared there's a bloke running around with a fucking chain | |
| saw. Oh oh no, gonna, oh no. Don't saw off me leg, don't saw | |
| off me arm.' When I get to the movies, you know I'd like to | |
| see something more romantic, you know. Like 'An Officer and a | |
| Gentleman' or something. Something you can take the wife to, | |
| you know what I mean? | |
| Yeah! | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| And have some fun | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| And make some love | |
| I can feel it everywhere | |
| Feel it up above | |
| Feel the tension in the air | |
| There is too much blood, too much blood | |
| Oh yeah | |
| Pretty ladies, don't be scared | |
| Pretty ladies, don't be scared | |
| Pretty ladies, don't be scared | |
| Pretty ladies, don't be scared | |
| Pretty ladies, don't despair | |
| There's still so much love | |
| Pretty ladies, don't despair | |
| Too much, too much, yeah | |
| Too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much blood, too much blood |
| Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| To make some love | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| And make some love | |
| I can feel it in the air | |
| Feel it up above | |
| Feel the tension everywhere | |
| There is too much blood | |
| Too much blood, well alright | |
| Everything you see | |
| On the movie screen is tame | |
| Everything' s gonna be arranged | |
| A friend of mine was this Japanese. He had a girlfriend in | |
| Paris. He tried to date her in six months and eventually she | |
| said yes. You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her | |
| head. Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her | |
| piece by piece. Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the | |
| freezer. And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de | |
| Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the | |
| bones. You don' t believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction. | |
| We drive through there every day. | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| Be number one, yeah | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| And have some fun | |
| I can feel it everywhere | |
| Feel it up above | |
| Feel the tension in the air | |
| There is too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much, yeah too much blood, alright | |
| Did you ever see ' Texas Chain Saw Massacre'? Horrible, wasn' t | |
| it? You know people ask me: it is really true where you live | |
| in Texas, it is really true what they do around there, people? | |
| I say, ' yeah everytime I drive through the crossroads I get | |
| scared there' s a bloke running around with a fucking chain | |
| saw. Oh oh no, gonna, oh no. Don' t saw off me leg, don' t saw | |
| off me arm.' When I get to the movies, you know I' d like to | |
| see something more romantic, you know. Like ' An Officer and a | |
| Gentleman' or something. Something you can take the wife to, | |
| you know what I mean? | |
| Yeah! | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| And have some fun | |
| I want to dance, I want to sing | |
| I want to bust up everything | |
| And make some love | |
| I can feel it everywhere | |
| Feel it up above | |
| Feel the tension in the air | |
| There is too much blood, too much blood | |
| Oh yeah | |
| Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
| Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
| Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
| Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
| Pretty ladies, don' t despair | |
| There' s still so much love | |
| Pretty ladies, don' t despair | |
| Too much, too much, yeah | |
| Too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much blood, too much blood | |
| Too much blood, too much blood |