Blood On My Hands
Keren Ann Lyrics


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I was the darling no one could defeat
Grand Hotel suites were my home
Men at my feet, limousines in the street
First class to Paris and Rome

He walked unannounced through my dressing room door
And then from a case if you will
He pulled out a Winchester pre-64
And said: "Are you ready to kill?"

Then there was blood on my shoes
There was blood on my makeup
There was blood on the ceiling
There was blood on the piano
There was blood on my microphone
There was blood on my fans
There was blood in my whiskey
Now there's blood on my hands

So I went on the run to win nobody's heart
Got into a terrible fix
He was tall unattractive and living apart
But he carried a 30-06

Then there was blood on my shoes
There was blood on my makeup
There was blood on the ceiling
There was blood on the piano
There was blood on the bartender
There was blood on the band
There was blood in my whiskey
Now there's blood on my hands

Now there is blood on my shoes
There is blood on my makeup
There is blood on the ceiling
There is blood on the piano
There is blood on my microphone
There is blood on my fans




There is blood in my whiskey
And there's blood on my hands

Overall Meaning

The song "Blood on My Hands" by Keren Ann tells the story of a woman who was once a successful singer, living a glamorous life in grand hotels and traveling in luxury. However, her life takes a drastic turn when a man enters her dressing room unexpectedly, pulls out a Winchester rifle and threatens to kill her. The woman escapes, but becomes involved with another man who also carries a weapon. The chorus of the song repeats the image of blood on various objects - shoes, makeup, ceiling, piano, microphone, and fans - as a symbol of the violence and danger surrounding the woman. By the end of the song, the woman admits that there is not only blood on her shoes and makeup but also on her hands.


Line by Line Meaning

I was the darling no one could defeat
I was once a popular and unbeatable individual


Grand Hotel suites were my home
I lived a lavish lifestyle, residing mostly in grand hotel suites


Men at my feet, limousines in the street
I had many men at my disposal and I traveled in fancy cars


First class to Paris and Rome
I traveled in first class to destinations like Paris and Rome


He walked unannounced through my dressing room door
A man came into my dressing room without warning or permission


And then from a case if you will
From his bag, the man retrieved a weapon


He pulled out a Winchester pre-64
The man took out a specific type of rifle - a Winchester pre-64


And said: "Are you ready to kill?"
The man asked me if I was ready to kill someone


Then there was blood on my shoes...
The scene turned violent and there was blood on various surfaces


So I went on the run to win nobody's heart
After the violent event, I ran away and sought to win nobody's affection


Got into a terrible fix
I found myself in a difficult and problematic situation


He was tall unattractive and living apart
The next man I met was physically unappealing and living separately from others


But he carried a 30-06
Despite his unappealing appearance, he was carrying a firearm - a 30-06


Now there is blood on my shoes...
Once again, a violent altercation occurred and there was blood on various surfaces




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: KEREN ANN ZEIDEL

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I was the darling no one could defeat
Grand Hotel suites were my home
Men at my feet, limousines in the street
First class to Paris and Rome

He walked unannounced through my dressing room door
And then from a case if you will
He pulled out a Winchester pre-64
And said: "Are you ready to kill?"

Then there was blood on my shoes
There was blood on my makeup
There was blood on the ceiling
There was blood on the piano
There was blood on my microphone
There was blood on my fans
There was blood in my whiskey
Now there's blood on my hands

So I went on the run to win nobody's heart
Got into a terrible fix
He was tall unattractive and living apart
But he carried a 30-06

Then there was blood on my shoes
There was blood on my makeup
There was blood on the ceiling
There was blood on the piano
There was blood on the bartender
There was blood on the band
There was blood in my whiskey
Now there's blood on my hands

Now there is blood on my shoes
There is blood on my makeup
There is blood on the ceiling
There is blood on the piano
There is blood on my microphone
There is blood on my fans
There is blood in my whiskey
And there's blood on my hands

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