the Makeouts - Witchu

Bloody tracks, dusty road
Devil's heart, turns wine to gold
Freewheelin', soul stealin' with shark teeth
Wipe off that stain with a drop of my bleach
The whore on the corners got the only Bible
Out on a date with a loaded rifle
Stroke of midnight doesn't change anything
Like a deer in a cemetery
I'll be wandering aimlessly
Like a ghost smokin' on the roof
I'll be gone in the fog witchu
Runaways, hoppin' trains
Learnin' outlaw tunes from Charlamagne
Pick pockets never dare to look back
Dirty lil fingers always caked in cold cash
Savin' their pennies for a diamond ring
Give to their mama on her dyin' day
Stroke of midnight doesn't change anything
Like a deer in a cemetery
I'll be wandering aimlessly
Like a ghost smokin' on the roof
I'll be gone in the fog witchu
Like a deer in a cemetery
I'll be wandering aimlessly
Like a ghost smokin' on the roof
I'll be gone in the fog witchu

Written by:
Make Keene

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