Lyrics

Dip a cloth in a bowl of blood lean your horses hide with it. Stick a Fish in a tattoo Gun watch what color ink comes out. Die gin bottle wedged in wet hand Best at What I do, mom says. Shake your halo down like snow from a pregnant Cloud About to blow. Makes a neckbrace, a belt. and then a hole in the ground.
Writer(s): Craig Wedren, Christopher Matthews, Stuart Hill, Mike Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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