The Killing Season

Killing season it's beginning
 I feel your hands around my throat
 You're either lose, or come up winning
 I wear my old gray over coat,
 I paint it merry, I paint it black
 Tonight they hang Jack
 Tonight they hang Jack
 When this killing season's opened,
 I never say your name again
 And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood
 I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug
 You hear the children speaking backwards
 Dead by glow above he beds
 Who sings a song that isn't a song
 My soul's attraction
 Cops and criminals, and all that crawl get into action
 Smell in the instance of the perfume of your blood
 Smell in the instance of the perfume of my drug
 The prick and border start to pound,
 Powdering in the air like -----
 When this cold dark night is over,
 There ain't nobody left around
 I paint it merry, I paint it black
 Tonight they hang Jerry
 Tonight they hang Jerry
 And when this fever's dream is ending
 I'll never come this way again
 And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood
 I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug
 Killing season it's beginning,
 Skeleton hands around my throat
 Someone will lose, somebody's winning
 I wear my old gray over coat
 I wear my old gray over coat