I'm aware that

They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled

And the barrel is empty

Since their whiskey is missing

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But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and

We're on a roll

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I heard from her and her merciless curves

That the curse'll come first

Just 'fore the rebirth

It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross

O'er a plate made of moss so

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I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off

As I paint Hell from Far-Off

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Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart

Who can't turn from the art

Like embarrassing a perishing enemy

Yeah, one last taunt

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When told to listen as though it'd fix it

Something went missing

Although I didn't miss it

A relation on a ship quite distant and

Slightly free

Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly

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Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now

Out that ship has sailed

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Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark

Who can flip 'round the ark

Like embarrassing a perishing enemy

Yeah, one last taunt

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And our sweat is slightly trickling

A whiskey business, the highest feeling

And the pressure is highly tricky

A risky business, a godly healing