Marriage of Coyote Woman / Elk Blood Heart Songtext
von All Them Witches

Hey, were you guys here for Tusker?
If you weren′t, you should've been
You should′ve had been here
To see Tusker
Tusker's family, you don't disrespect family

I′ve never met a salesman like you before
Lines of the world just rippin′ us apart
Scratch ran out along the way
Think I got one more word left to say

I've never met a salesman like you before
Lions of the world just rippin′ us apart
Scratch ran out nice and slow
Think I got one more mile left to go

I thought nothing would ever pierce my heart
Worst thing to do is to shutter on my pride
Scratch ran out nice and slow
Think I got one more mile left to go


I've never met a salesman like you before
Lines of the world just rippin′ us apart
Scratch ran out along the way
Think I got one more goddamn word to say

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Dog's died in the park last night
There′s nothing we could do
Nothing we could do

Let the bees go hunt for honey
There's nothing we could do
There's nothing we could do
Whoa-oh, but praise them

Oh, Elk Blood Heart
Tastes like the Great White North
And I hope you found
That I hold all the keys to open up
Every single door


Oh, Elk Blood Heart
Tastes like the Great White North
And I hope you found
That I hold all the keys to open up
Every single door

Let it ring through the arch of my skull
Let it breathe through the teeth of all of these people
There′s nothing we could do
Nothing we could do
Whoa-oh, but praise them

Oh, Elk Blood Heart
Tastes like the Great White North
And I hope you found
That I hold all the keys to open up
Every single door

Oh, Elk Blood Heart
Tastes like the Great White North
And I hope you found
That I hold all the keys to open up
Every single door

Elk Blood Heart
Tastes like the Great White North
And I hope you found
That I hold all the keys to open up
Every single door

Elk Blood Heart
Tastes like the Great White North
And I hope you found
That I hold all the keys to open up
Every single door

Elk Blood Heart
Tastes like the Great White North
And I hope you found
That I hold all the keys to open up
Every single door

Elk Blood Heart
Tastes like the Great White North
And I hope you found
That I hold all the keys to open up
Every single door