Casual Royalties of a man with damp rags and little invisible hands Yeah, a whiskey tipple for you, in your veins I'm dreaming of slashing you The fox is running, to bless the hag And daddy loves you And your guitar hand We'll be gone?.. Sailing Ships?.. To Paris Cliffs Never said?..Your words of lust would ever touch us, you bloody leeches simply were just stains?.. On your blackened ash heart, we leaving regardless of tears Run home?? We cannot save you now, You're already lost in mechanical spite Run Home? We'll sing with middle fingers You cannot erase all the things that you've done, you cannot erase we're holding yours guns. Here's my fists, thank you goodnight, she's my baby, she's got the prettiest eyes