Lyrics:
Песня Black

? And miserys like a hearse, cos I know where you're going The waves getting higher, and I'm tired of rowing She whispers in my ear, sings the cold black song

s a bullet, I can dodge it with a shot of ninety proof With the jukebox now in session and the music ringin' true Drinkin' songs and other logic get me through Drinkin' songs

My crimson covered hands - clutch heart strings newly broken moths breed in my entrails - hate washes through my fucking veins friendship turns to disease

[The Morning After edit] [Jarva et al] [MISCELLANEOUS APOLOGIES:] I've said this once and now I'll say it again [Original version available on limited

I saw three shrimps in the water And two were old and gray So I swam a little closer And I heard the third one say "Goodbye, mommy shrimp And papa, shake

his is it, your time is through You're boring! You're rambling on, no end in sight You're boring! No need to thank your parakeet You're boring! Look at

to be free Not to live in terror under tyranny My eyes were blind I could not see What was this kind of sorcery? I heard a murmuring in the night Black

his fate Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose? Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with sleep Where the Black

Sit back, no song is written It's nothing you thought of Yourself It's just a ghost, came unbidden To this house This infection gets stronger every year