1,2,3,4,5,6 killers, were lying in their guns.
1,2,3,4,5,6 killers, and hips off a running.
The cities have the same names,
That ring out in your head,
Your pictures are the poison darts,
And this is not a grave.
A thousand mile pitchfork,
Another one got caught,
Upwards through the heavens,
Where another one gets through.

The ones we got here,
The ones we didn't know here,
Now the burning questions,
That make you bitter through, alright
You hide the sweet horse,
Done with lying so,
Disconnect the bodies, so
Drag it down the boulevard, honey

Every line on the street has a story.
Every street and their story the same.
You were born upon roses and windows,
You were born of widows and tourists.
It's a mouthful of questions,
Haunted books, haunted questions responded.

Everybody loves it,
Says the business who left you.
You barely question,
Make it bitter through alright.
You hide the sweet horse.
Done with lying so,
Disconnect the bodies, so,
Drag it down the boulevard, honey

A dog eats a man
A man eats a dog
These are the plans
Leaving your chicken shit house.
Because I was there,
And I look for you.
These are the ways I react falling out of a
These are the ways I react falling out of a

The ones we got here,
The ones we didn't know here,
Now the burning questions,
That leave you bitter through, alright
You hide the sweet horse,
Done with lying so,
Disconnect the bodies, so,
Drag it down the boulevard, honey

I never had any courage.
You hide your face without asking.
I never had.

I never had any courage.
You hide your face without asking.
I never had.