Blood Outta Stone

Unfortunately I'm coming from a bad end
 And I'm destined for a bad end
 But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone
 Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone
 Blood outta stone
 You're history
 You've quit existation
 You're green grub
 And if I had any guts
 I'd turn those money tables up
 You dis-corporate bore
 You make me tired to the bone
 Cos getting things outta you...
 When all your friends have dissolved
 And you're yakking on the phone
 You're techno-grounded
 You're blood outta stone
 Might appear deranged
 But you're blood outta stone
 You're mutton dressed as lamb
 Cos you're blood outta stone
 At least I've got an aim, chick
 Blood outta stone
 But I'm working to an aim