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Sweat in the Saddle
02:22
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When I come crawling, crawling
Crawling to my lover’s side
My palms still drip
Beady eyes wide
Open up and let me hide
Let me hide
Let me hide
Decadence to the death rattle
Drumming up dead ends
Sweat in the saddle
Under your spell and sick as sin
Snared in the web of the demon’s grin
I can be your bunny
To shack up and shake down
Thump and thaw
Just let me gnaw
On the slippery dreams of that rabid gown
Thread by thread by thread by thread
To the buzzing sound
The buzzing sound
The sound
Decadence to the death rattle
Drumming up dead ends
Sweat in the saddle
Under your spell and sick as sin
Snared in the web of the demon’s grin
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2. |
Character Distortion
03:28
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Feral instincts bent back
with suburban contortion
Writhing in my own skin
Another taste of character distortion
Character character character distortion
Character character character distortion
Nino ahogado su sombra una lagrima
Decadencia corporal subeme la falda
Character character character distortion
Character character character distortion
Will the ink run out - will the muses fade away
Until the night staggers off with another day
Las cartas escritas tiradas en la calle
Tu sangre me hypnotisa subeme a tu cama
Character character character distortion
Character character character distortion
Character character character distortion
Character character character distortion
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3. |
Lurching Forward
03:13
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I’m just hitching a ride
With a snarled soul and a brand new bride
Running down anything in sight
Stab ’n steer through dusk
Towards the burning light
Lurching forward
Barking at nothing
Lurching forward
Begging for something
A roadside attraction
Stripped down metal just looking for traction
Stunting growth, pleasure devising
Lulled by the desert as the highway’s rising
Lurching forward
Barking at nothing
Lurching forward
Begging for something
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4. |
Afterlife Saloon
03:26
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Maimed by the heels of a previous life
A gutted hog, the preacher’s wife
Cocooned in ragged dreams
Stains on beds turning boys to fiends
And the sun will still rise
And I’ll mutate in your eyes
Cover me in saliva and gin
Make me come alive again
Lock the doors as the hyenas swoon
Hot and heavy in the afterlife saloon
The afterlife saloon
Lick away the shame and gloom
Rock bottom in the afterlife saloon
The afterlife saloon
Consume, consume
Dance to the impending doom
Consume, consume, consume, consume
Dance to the impending doom
Lock the doors as the hyenas swoon
Hot and heavy in the afterlife saloon
The afterlife saloon
Lick away the shame and gloom
Rock bottom in the afterlife saloon
The afterlife saloon
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5. |
Exit Wound
03:13
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Beware the pale horse
Close out your tabs
As the sundowners burn
Just don’t pick the scabs
Don’t pick the scabs
Pick the scabs
So hit me
Right on the lips where the sleeping hound bit
Like piss through snow
Deep enough to make me sick
These are the days but I’m leaving soon
Straight out the back of the exit wound
Too little too late
Too much too soon
And I’ll be leaving
Through the exit wound
This time I’m
Greased up and ready for another
Stick on the feathers - Pry apart the lovers
These are the days but I’m leaving soon
Bleeding out in the exit wound
Too little too late
Too much too soon
And I’ll be leaving
Through the exit wound
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