Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Killing Season, artist - Mark Lanegan Band. Date of issue: 19.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Heavenly, [PIAS] Cooperative
Song language: English
The Killing Season |
| The killing season it’s beginning |
| I feel your hands around my throat |
| You either lose, or come up winnings |
| I wear my old grey overcoat |
| Now paint it mary, paint it black |
| Tonight they hang Jerry |
| Tonight they hang Jack |
| When this killing season’s over |
| I’ll never say your name again |
| And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood |
| I know it’s just the incense, incense of my drug |
| Do you hear the children speaking backwards? |
| Their bodies float above the bed |
| Who sings a song that isn’t sung |
| My soul’s in traction |
| Cops and criminals, and all that crawl get into action |
| Smelling the incense of, the perfume of your blood |
| Smelling the incense of, the perfume of my drug |
| The brick and mortar start to pound |
| A powder in the air like anthrax |
| Brought six white horses down |
| When this cold dark night is over |
| There ain’t nobody left around |
| Now paint it mary, paint it black |
| Tonight they hang Jerry |
| Tonight they hang Jack |
| And when this fever dream has ended |
| I’ll never come this way again |
| The killing season, it’s beginning |
| Skeletal hands are on my throat |
| Somebody will lose somebody’s winnings |
| I wear my old grey overcoat |
| I wear my old grey overcoat |