The Killing Season

The killing season it's beginning I feel your hands around my throat You either lose, or come up winning I wear my old grey overcoat Now paint it mary, paint it black Tonight they hang Jerry Tonight they hang Jack When this killing season's over I'll never say your name again

And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood I know it's just the incense, incense of my drug Do you hear the children speaking backwards? Their bodies float above the bed Who sings a song that isn't sung My soul's in traction Cops and criminals, and all that crawl get into action

Smelling the incense of, the perfume of your blood Smelling the incense of, the perfume of my drug

The brick and mortar start to pound A powder in the air like anthrax Brought six white horses down When this cold dark night is over There ain't nobody left around

Now paint it mary, paint it black Tonight they hang Jerry Tonight they hang Jack And when this fever dream has ended I'll never come this way again

And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood I know it's just the incense, incense of my drug The killing season, it's beginning Skeletal hands are on my throat Somebody will lose somebody's winnings I wear my old grey overcoat I wear my old grey overcoat