Album: Gin
There's blood in the air tonight,
Mammoth crawls under the ice,
Too slow to be measured in time,
Suicide painted on his eyes
I want animal skins,
I want a house made out of it,
How much I want to crawl back inside my mother,
I want a house made out of her
How I want to wear the blood of my father
All the way down into the hotel basements,
Stuffing her mouth with my fingers,
This is why we're in love,
This is what I needed to show you
Hemingway save me,
Hemingway save me,
Hemingway save me,
Hemingway get me really fucked up
Together we chose not to believe,
You are my strung out queen,
You're too sad to come with me,
Coat your Tongue with another lie about me
Your brother betrays you
Your friend kills you
Your woman is dead
The strong will inherit the earth
I drink my,
I drink my GIN!
Gin!
Gin!
Gin!
Gin!