Veins -- cells and plasma flow through my veins,
And they ain't the kind that move in the breeze.
Whoa-oh, these veins of blood meet my transport needs, yeah.

Veins -- every organ has its own veins
Where it dumps its waste with a tiny splash.
Whoa-oh, these veins of blood pick up the trash, yeah.

You'd better believe it -- the heart pumps blood around,
And the veins retrieve it so the work done by the heart is not in

Vain -- cells and plasma flow through my veins,
And they ain't the kind that move in the breeze.
Whoa-oh, these veins of blood meet my transport needs, yeah.

Now, when a tissue produces waste,
It's not an issue, because the waste is swept away into the

Veins -- cells and plasma flow through my veins,
And they ain't the kind that move in the breeze.
Whoa-oh, these veins of blood meet my transport needs, yeah.

Veins. Veins of blood. Veins of blood. Veins of blood