The Killing Season Songtext
von Mark Lanegan

The killing season, it′s beginning
I feel your hands around my throat
You either lose or come up winning
The killing season, it's beginning
I feel your hands around my throat
You either lose or come up winning
I wear my old grey overcoat


Now paint it, Mary, paint it black
Tonight they hang Jerry, tonight they hang Jack
When this killing season′s over
I'll never say your name again

Do you hear the children speaking backwards?
Their bodies float above the bed
Who sings a song that isn't sung, my soul′s in traction
Cops and criminals and all that crawl get into action

Smelling the incense of the perfume of your blood
Smelling the incense of the perfume of my drug
The brick and mortar start to pound
A powder in the air, like anthrax brought six white horses down
When this cold dark night is over
I′ll never say your name again