The Killing Season Lyrics - Phantom Radio - Mark Lanegan

The killing season it's beginning 

I feel your hands around my throat 

You either lose, or come up winning 

I wear my old grey overcoat 

Now paint it mary, paint it black 

Tonight they hang Jerry 

Tonight they hang Jack 

When this killing season's over 

I'll never say your name again 

And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood 

I know it's just the incense, incense of my drug 

Do you hear the children speaking backwards? 

Their bodies float above the bed 

Who sings a song that isn't sung 

My soul's in traction 

Cops and criminals, and all that crawl get into action 

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Smelling the incense of, the perfume of your blood 

Smelling the incense of, the perfume of my drug 

The brick and mortar start to pound 

A powder in the air like anthrax 

Brought six white horses down 

When this cold dark night is over 

There ain't nobody left around 

Now paint it mary, paint it black 

Tonight they hang Jerry 

Tonight they hang Jack 

And when this fever dream has ended 

I'll never come this way again 

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And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood 

I know it's just the incense, incense of my drug 

The killing season, it's beginning 

Skeletal hands are on my throat 

Somebody will lose somebody's winnings 

I wear my old grey overcoat 

I wear my old grey overcoat