Skin The Rabbit
DISPATCH · America, Location 12 2017 · Track 02 of 02
Aw we recognize, see it in your eyes See it in your eyes, all the lies of the megaphone We know who you are, we're not very far We're not very far, we're the cop and the criminal
Aw we recognize, aw we recognize See it in your eyes, all the lies of the megaphone We know who you are, we know who you are We're not very far, we're the cop and the criminal
Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit There's a lot of people saying that we're grieving about the track that we're on Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine? Stone to stone, the needle and the eye
Oil in the sand, a gun in every hand A gun in every hand and we die like the buffalo Feel it in the dawn, won't be very long Won't be very long, in the age of the methadone
Oil in the sand, oil in the sand A gun in every hand and we die like the buffalo Feel it in the dawn, feel it in the dawn Won't be very long, in the age of the methadone
Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit There's a lot of people saying that we're grieving about the track that we're on Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine? Stone to stone, the needle and the eye
Is there anyone else? Is there anyone else? Is there anyone else who can Who can read my mind Who can read my mind Who can read my mind 'cause it's no longer mine
Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit There's a lot of people saying that we're grieving about the track that we're on Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine? Stone to stone, the needle and the eye
Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit There's a lot of people saying that we're grieving about the track that we're on Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine? Stone to stone, the needle and the eye