Lyrics
The whole town's dripping down a hill
Like the spine of something dead
Slide in shadow cobble-creep
Burn your mark and leave
The trench conventions yellow eyes
Follow her the local flower
The girl's a priest (to me at least)
Since baptism peroxide
And fear is not respect; correct
But it's the best you're gonna get
Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose
Sharp blow and anything goes
And fear is not respect; correct
But it's the best you're gonna get
Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose
Sharp blow and anything goes
