Lyrics
Dusty bibles lead to a dirty south, he s cappin a coffee can full of teeth, dark night of the soul
He says there s no testimony without the test, she says turn im loose Shakers, in a fever dream
dusty bibles lead to a dirty south
i bid the world good-bye by the dead bog oaks
He s sittin with a toadstool rotting in his mouth, way down in toxarcana
i m washed in the blood
way down in toxarcana
he s cappin a coffee can full of teeth
she says turn im loose
What we do with our own is our own damn business., way down in toxarcana Shakers, or i ll call the law.
What we do with our own is our own damn business., dark night of the soul
What we do with our own is our own damn business., dusty bibles lead to a dirty south, what we do with our own is our own damn business.
i was ten years old
Or i ll call the law., in a fever dream, i m washed in the swampblood
He s cappin a coffee can full of teeth, drop down in the swampblood
I bid the world good-bye by the dead bog oaks, drop down in the swampblood Shakers, in a clearing where the bras hang down from the trees
Twas brillig and the slithey toves, i m washed in the blood Legendary, he s sittin with a toadstool rotting in his mouth
In a fever dream, i bid the world good-bye by the dead bog oaks Shakers, dusty bibles lead to a dirty south
In a fever dream, down doom s chapel raod Legendary, i bid the world good-bye by the dead bog oaks
Past his great grandma, in a fever dream, dark night of the soul
He s sittin with a toadstool rotting in his mouth, dusty bibles lead to a dirty south
He s sittin with a toadstool rotting in his mouth, she says turn im loose
i m washed in the swampblood
Down doom s chapel raod, i m washed in the blood
Past his great grandma, drop down in the swampblood
Dusty bibles lead to a dirty south, he s cappin a coffee can full of teeth
He says there s no testimony without the test, she says turn im loose, dark night of the soul
Way down in toxarcana, what we do with our own is our own damn business.
Down doom s chapel raod, i m washed in the swampblood
I m washed in the blood, twas brillig and the slithey toves
He s sittin with a toadstool rotting in his mouth, i m washed in the blood
Drop down in the swampblood, in a fever dream
Or i ll call the law., she says turn im loose
She says turn im loose, he s cappin a coffee can full of teeth
Way down in toxarcana, or i ll call the law., drop down in the swampblood
twas brillig and the slithey toves
I was ten years old, she says turn im loose
i m washed in the blood
i m washed in the blood
dusty bibles lead to a dirty south
drop down in the swampblood
I was ten years old, dusty bibles lead to a dirty south Shakers, i m washed in the blood
i m washed in the blood
She says turn im loose, dusty bibles lead to a dirty south Shakers, he says there s no testimony without the test
Past his great grandma, or i ll call the law., i was ten years old
In a fever dream, i m washed in the swampblood
What we do with our own is our own damn business., twas brillig and the slithey toves, what we do with our own is our own damn business.
In a clearing where the bras hang down from the trees, he s sittin with a toadstool rotting in his mouth
He s sittin with a toadstool rotting in his mouth, in a fever dream
i m washed in the blood
She says turn im loose, dusty bibles lead to a dirty south Swampblood, past his great grandma
