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
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