Old English - Farmer's Tan Lyrics
There’s a word in your cheekCarved and red, soaked and sleekAs your heart beats through your sleeveI can see what’s made for meI’ve been wastingEarth and pavementI’ve been chasingBirthstone paganThere’s a line in the sandOf idle threats, idle handsWhere you fall, where you landHunting knife, farmer’s tanThere’s a scar, shallow stitchBurn the dead, eat the richUnder lights, crystal-tippedNametag on a crucifix