Mongrel

She just wanted to hold his heart
In her hands for a while
Drops some blood in a green glass vial

He could tell her a thousand times
Not to stare when he gets wild
Drops some blood in a green glass vial
Drops some blood in a green glass vial

Making money is the Devil's art
They can trade their food and wine
Growing grapes on a fence tied vine

German shepherds and caged magpies
Under corrugated iron
Drops some blood in a green glass vial
Drops some blood in a green glass vial

He made decisions like a seasoned vet
With a gun to the sky
Quadrat bikes and a telescopic eye

Drops some blood in a green glass vial

In the evening marauders came off me, it was on her breath
My sweet girl, so scared you forgot about death
Death is the pulse in your bye on your very last breath



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Cameron, Ivan Vizintin
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