She just wanted to hold his heart in her hands for a while
Drops of blood in a green gla** vial
He could tell her a thousand times not to stare when he gets wild
Drops of blood in a green gla** vial
Drops of blood in a green gla** vial
Makin' money is the devil's art, they could trade their food and wine
Growing grapes on a fence-tied vine
German shepherds and caged magpies under corrugated iron
Drops of blood in a green gla** vial
Drops of blood in a green gla** vial
He made decisions like a seasoned vet, with a gun to the sky
Quadrabykes and a telescopic eye
Drops of blood in a green gla** vial
In the evening her orders came off, it was on her breath
My sweet girl, so scared you forgot about d**h
d**h is the pulse in your eye on your very last breath