Blackmouth Blues - Night In Gales

So I sing this blackmouth blues

And eat the scythe to pay my dues

Down the throat like the sweetest of lies

But time has come for me to die

The hearse is fueled, the path is set

A hollow grave is all I’ll get

Got a dustcrown to wear

A villain vow no intruder could swear

So I sing this blackmouth blues

And eat the scythe to pay my dues

Down the throat like the sweetest of lies

But time has come for me to die

The path is set

There’s nothing like a trail of blood

To find your way rack home

Crimson footsteps on a snow white soul

Deathaddiction on the go

This is the blackmouth blues

A stain upon my black suede shoes