lyrics
Eight blind rats in a hole in my wall
I got provolone and havarti in the traps in the hall
Black mustard stains from 1979
Got the scarecrow in the noose hangin' from a clothesline
Cracked teeth, jester thief,
I ain't got no use for your tricks, yeah.
Tin church bells try to echo in the night
You put the priest to the left of you, and a heathen to the right
Got black rum stains and the empty bottle reverb
Well! The queen has been shot, at least that's what we've heard
Slack jaw, vulture claw
I ain't got no use for your scraps, yeah.
Well! State your case, i'm a god-fearin' man!
Got stale bread crackers, and red wine in my hand.
Got black lung pains and the lord bearin' down on me!
I'll be hangin' on up from a noose in a tree!
Black fate, 3.08
I ain't got no use for your tricks, yeah.
credits
from
The First One,
track released November 5, 2014
Ian Hardie: Vocals, Guitars
Drew Martin: Drums, Busted Tambourine
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