Soulmates in soda shops and bunkers Blood on their spurs
All is damp The creature has a muddy hole Just finger until you find a soul Lick your lips and taste your ash
First dates with shriveled flesh and zombies Blood on their knees
All is damp The creature has a muddy hole Just finger until you find a soul Lick your lips and taste your ash
Arm your wooden teeth Split the cherry gown Pay for purple malts With nickel underground Wives with etched on stars Haunting country sides Rocket's red glare Searing butterflies
Harbors fill With bloodied fur and tea barrels Probe the scabs all night Abductees in purple light