All Them Witches - Elk.Blood.Heart | Текст песни

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• All Them Witches
• Elk.Blood.Heart

The dog's died in the park last night.
There's nothin we could do.
There's nothin we could do.

Let the bees go hunt
for honey.
There's nothin we can do.
There's nothin we can do.
Oh,
but praise them.

Oh,
Elk.
Blood.
Heart.
Tastes like the
Great
White
North
and I hope you've found
that I hold all the keys
to open up
every
single
door. (x2)

Let it ring
through the arch
of my skull.
Let it breathe through the teeth of
all of these people.
There's nothin we could do
There's nothin we can do
Oh,
but praise them.

Oh,
Elk.
Blood.
Heart.
Tastes like the
Great
White
North
and I hope you've found
that I hold all the keys
to open up
every
single
door. (x6)