An hour since the sundown. The ghosts are creepin in. Are gathering around me. Like starlings in the wind. . Dark shapes gather round. . Voices like my brother's.
Destiny angel, her breath smelt of mine. My skin of wild turkey, oh, lipstick and wine. This land has 98,000 dollars of pain, yeah. Happily living together behind a stain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.