Lyrics
Every girl in the world has feminine needs
Every day of the month her vagina bleeds
Every man has balls filled with his seed
Seeking out every hole is vagina greed
She didn't wanna disappointment me
She couldn't bear to tell the truth
She didn't wanna ruin the moment
She had to fuck someone in the group
Now there's blood on my hands
Blood on my face, blood on my dick
All over the place, now I know
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
Every dude wants to fuck whenever he can
You can't blame a dude 'cause a dude is a man
Any man will admit it's a little sick
When it looks like a murder scene all over his dick
I didn't see the signs are showing
Or the visit from Auntie Flo
She was on her knees and blowing
And I was four fingers deep in a camel toe
Now there's blood on the walls
Blood on the lamps, blood on the roadies
Blood on the amps, now we know
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
But the whole band got inside
Wish we would have known
She was riding the crimson tide
So the next time you got a chance to get inside
Make sure she ain't on the cotton pony ride
She'll soil your sheets and she'll spoil your pride
Having period on your face, ain't very dignified
Who wants blood on your cock
Blood on your balls flowing like a bloody Niagra Falls?
Runaway man
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
She'll get that blood on your dong
Blood on your car
Blood on your brand new Kramer guitar
Better get it tested
She's on the rag
She's on the rag
She's on the rag, yeah
Huh
Ooh-hoo-ooh-ooh
Better not wear white pants next time, baby
