Acolyte - Slaughter Beach, Dog

You won’t leave the table

She won’t leave your mind

Gotta get out of Ohio

Feeling short on time

Eyeball your inheritance

Dead stare at the bar

Put back one more

Stumble under the stars

We could fly to Ireland

You know I’m good for the ticket

Try to smirk, but you’re smiling

Know I’ll stick with it

Annie, I want you to marry me

We’ll wait a few years

I don’t mean to frighten you

I just wanna be clear

She’s a drink behind you

Wander off to the stairs

Ten bucks for the last game

Suck smoke from the air

Man, it cuts like a dull knife

When you’re young and you’re told

«Makes sense when you’re older»

Darling, let’s get old

I’d say you look tired

Sing, my secret choir

Soak my scrapes and sleep tight

Sing, my brave acolyte

I’d say you look tired

Sing, my secret choir

Soak my scrapes and sleep tight

Sing, my brave acolyte