Karma To Burn - Twin Sisters And Half A Bottle Of Bourbon Lyrics
I love to ruin my tent, I love the romancesFrom the bag of angels a sawn-off broken wingThey're drinking whiskey, they're getting highThey cast the shadows and the passing of the summer skyThe passing of the summer skyThe King is dead, the well is dryThe well is dryShe's shooting broken arrows, she's shooting crooked smilesAll along that wicked bench from the belly of a swineShe's pouring whiskey, she's getting highToo scared to see herself, reflections of the devil's eyesReflections of the devil's eyesThe King is dead, the well is dryThe well is dryThe need may be your twisted needsIt may be you're craveTo rest my head on souls of fireSight the swarm I kiss my eyes