Blood from a Stone - Deep Purple

In the shadow of the whole\nWhere my door used to be\nYou never give up, you want more out of me\nCome on in, help yourself\nScratch around over these empty shelves\nThere’s nothing else that I can see except a string\nof these in some old bowery\nYou rip flesh from a bone\nYou sip blood from a stone\nI will consider a life of crime\nSo I can feed these kids of mine\nAnd should I fall down, should I fail\nI’ll spend the rest of my days in some stinking jail\nI won’t know who left me to your side\nStripped of my dignity low and dry\nYou rip flesh from a bone\nYou sip blood from a stone\nUh that’s damn nothing\nUh, I don’t care\nYou rob me blind without a gun\nHow can you sleep after what you’ve done?\nThere’s nothing but darkness deep in your soul\nThere’s no reflection, it’s dark and it’s cold\nYou rip flesh from a bone\nYou sip blood from a stone