Theres blood in the air tonight

Mammoth crawls under the ice

Too slow to be measured in time

Suicide painted on his eyes

I want animal skins

I want a house made out of it

How much I want to crawl back inside my mother

I want a house made out of her

How I want to wear the blood of my father

All the way down into the hotel basements

Stuffing her mouth with my fingers

This is why we're in love

This is what I needed to show you

Hemingway save me!

Hemingway save me!

Hemingway save me!

Hemingway get me really fucked up!

Together we chose not to believe

You are my strung out queen

You're too sad to come with me

Coat your Tongue with another lie about me

Your brother betrays you

Your friend kills you

Your woman is dead

The strong will inherit the earth

I drink my...

I drink my gin!

Gin!

Gin!

Gin!

Gin!