So I sing this blackmouth blues And eat the scythe to pay my dues Down the throat like the sweetest of lies But time has come for me to die
The hearse is fueled, the path is set A hollow grave is all I'll get Got a dustcrown to wear A villain vow no intruder could swear
So I sing this blackmouth blues And eat the scythe to pay my dues Down the throat like the sweetest of lies But time has come for me to die
The patb is set There's nothing like a trail of blood To find your way rack home Crimson footsteps on a snow white soul Deathaddiction on the go
This is the blackmouth blues A stain upon my black suede shoesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
