Mark Lanegan - The k**ing Season [UNKLE Remix] lyrics

k**ing 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 k**ing season's opened, I never say your name again And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug You hear the children speaking backwards Dead by 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 drug The prick and border start to pound, Powdering in the air like When this cold dark night is over, There ain't nobody left around I paint it merry, I paint it black Tonight they hang Jerry Tonight they hang Jerry And when this fever's dream is ending I'll never come this way again And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug k**ing season it's beginning, Skeleton hands around my throat Someone will lose, somebody's winning I wear my old gray over coat I wear my old gray over coat