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My haggard head is screaming like a fucking bee hive

I got blow flies in my pocket, am I still alive?

I got this drab hearse covered, but the paint ain’t quite dry

Still you can’t see the specter behind this thin disguise

The Night Rider’s come knocking, he will not be ignored

He’s coming to evict me, this ain’t my place no more

The Dark Hood’s come a-calling, he’s gaining on this mutt

I just escaped the sickle, but still it left a cut

Slice, slip, feel it drip, that’s how I skip the  Devil’s grip

I dress it up, wait and sit for his next grim courtship