It doesn't really matter, the things you say to me  Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I'd be  Outta here where the air is cold, you're messing with my mind  Hey! You do it every time, Hey! And the season comes around  Once more,once more.  It d  oesn't really matter, the things you try to say  It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day  Right now just give me more blood  Just give it to me deep red  A flowing river crimson  A flowing river burning with desire  It's great, but I never said how   great  Hey, you never really asked, well, I'm asking you right now  So shut up and explain  What's on your mind  In this dark hour  I said it doesn't matter, I can't be that much fatter  And you'll never get as much blood  From a phony Blarney, stone, roc  k, hard, Granite!?! Solid.