HE'S GOT FAS TIN'

BLACK LUNGS

MADE OF

CLOVE- SPLIN TERED

SHARDS

THEY'RE THE KIND

THAT WILL TALK

THROUGH WHEE ZING

OF COUGHS

AND I HEAR HIM

E VE RY NIGHT

IN E VE RY PORE

AND E VE RY TIME

HE JUST MAKES ME WARM

FREEZE

WITH OUT AN AN SWER

FREE FROM

ALL THE SHAME

MUST I HIDE

'CAUSE I'LL NE VER

NE VER SLEEP A LONE

LOOK AT HOW

THEY FLOCK TO HIM

FROM AN ISLE

OF O PEN SORES

HE KNOWS THAT

THE TASTE IS SUCH

IS SUCH TO DIE FOR

AND I HEAR HIM

E VE RY NIGHT

ON E VE RY STREET

THE SCALES

THAT DO SLI THER

DE LI VER ME FROM

FREEZE WITH OUT

AN AN SWER

FREE FROM

ALL THE SHAME

THEN I'LL HIDE

'CAUSE I'LL NE VER

NE VER SLEEP A LONE

OH LORD

SAID I'M

SAID I'M

SAID I'M

SAID I'M BLOOD SHOT

FOR SURE

PALE RUN THE GHOST

TILL I'M

THEN I'M SWOL LEN

ON THE SHORE

SWOL LEN ON THE SHORE

AND E VE RY NIGHT

IN E VE RY PORE

THE SCALES

THAT DO SLI THER

DE LI VER ME FROM

FREEZE WITH OUT

AN AN SWER

FREE FROM

ALL THE SHAME

THEN I'LL HIDE

'CAUSE I'LL NE VER

NE VER SLEEP A LONE

FREEZE WITH OUT

AN AN SWER

FREE FROM

ALL THE SHAME

LET ME DIE

'CAUSE I'LL NE VER

NE VER SLEEP A LONE