Riding in the back of the hearse its the
Young dead boy one hand out the dirt
Lurking is for sure flicking ash on the curb
Every verse is a curse scorched marks in the earth
Wicked as could be, wicked as the sea
See the waves coming down like my high when you leave
Cant breathe, cant see, cant do a fucking thing
Cant eat, cant sleep, bitch you turn me to a freak
Drain the blood from my veins hang me outside in the breeze
Throw my body to the birds if you dont need me
Drain the blood from my veins hang me outside in the breeze
Throw my body to the birds if you dont need me
Ive got something for you and baby if you let me
I could show you just what it is youve been missing
Ive been sleeping by the river, waking in the hills
And Ive still yet to find anything real
Ive got something for you and baby if you let me
I could show you just what it is youve been missing
Ive been sleeping by the river, waking in the hills
And Ive still yet to find anything real