late afternoon on the bridge of a ghost town
made up a story with drama and intrigue
flannel and fruit gum the sound of an ocean
our summer of blood
the city that made us

murder freaks

i wasnt raised to say no to a stranger
holding his hand when i dont know his name yet
tied to the roof of his jeep going south somewhere
blinded by the sun as i eat my hair... he said

murder freaks

the devil is playing his harmonica, singing
you make it easy, so follow me down

murder freaks


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