Hunter And His Hounds
Cicadas sing such a simple song
Pavement smells of a fresh rain
The heat crawls up and down my spine
Haunting another Saturday
I know exactly who you are now
A poisonous ghost
I know exactly who you are now
A poisonous ghost
March 5th, the hounds got their piece
The deer lay in the pines
Death smells in the red clay
That smell never, never goes away
I know exactly who you are now
A poisonous ghost
I know exactly who you are now
A poisonous ghost
On and on and on it goes
On and on and on it goes
On and on and on it goes
Where it stops, no one even knows
Maybe the Lord does
Maybe the Lord does
Maybe, maybe the Lord
On and on and on it goes
On and on and on it goes
(Maybe)
On and on and on it goes
On and on and on it goes
On and on and on it goes
On and on and on it goes
On and on and on it goes
