The Killing Season (UNKLE remix) - Mark Lanegan Band

Killing season it's beginning

I feel your hands around my throat

You're either lose or come up winning

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

You hear the children speaking backwards

Just 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 **

The prick and border start to pound

Powdering the air like

Brought six white horses down

When this cold dark night is over

I'll never come this way again