Letras:The Lovely Bad Things. Blood On My Moccassins.

I blink blink and your gone
and you came back singing your same old grave yard song
Got face face ugly as sin
and you got blood on my moccassins

and you talk

My feathers go down down to my toes
and only the buffalo know
that re-runs of old tv shows pass over your eyes like Kaleidoscopes

and you walk

I came back and made that soul a mess
and it tastes tastes better than flesh
i could creep creep less and less
but your never comin back again

Your ghost memories in your hall
and you speak in your tongues overall
and what you cant cant understand
is your the ghost with the most on the holy land

And you talk
You walk

I cam back and made that soul my bitch
and it tastes tastes better than flesh
and you could creep creep less and less
but your never coming back cause your dead

and your dead

get used to that noose you talk in circles sleep walkin as you choose
you got a face ugly as sin and you got blood on my Moccassins

Cause your death set

Your death set