Dark Side Cowboys - Autumn Song Lyrics
Oh drizzle, oh thunder, a feather stitchSo pale and painted, occult you look my dearSo shady, unveiling, so worthy my sonSo splendid, mysterious, your way f turning (what?) blackSo call your God of darknessYes, call your God of darknessAnd see if he can help you now!A theatre performance, a sharp tooth clownNeedles and filthy signsPlay your death march, take me dancing, you practical jokesSnake skin *****, propose to me...So call your damn God of darknessYes, call your God of darknessAnd see if he can help you now!Children gather round here, to hear this tale endOf you I thought so much more, betterAll here nets and hollow eyesWhigs, sticks and a devil's workshop