Sassafras.
Voted most likely to poison communion at early mass.
You do like your saviors thin and yea!
Though I walk through the valley - of perpetual debt
You'll be spendin' cash.
I guessing that martyr gig pays. Well!

Testimonia.
I'll bring the pretense and you'll bring a round of ammonia.
And we will settle this thing.

'Cause I can prove anything you can prove better
With a craw full of phlegm and a pack of withdrawal.
You set the precedent.
You make the present tense.
Nothin' says "romance" like pistols at dawn.

Pistols at dawn. It's on.
Pistols at dawn. It's on.

From cradle sores to industry.
You needed me. Yes you needed me.
From boiler room to blushing groom.
You needed me. Yes you needed me.
From afterglow to atrophy.
You needed me. Yes you needed me.
From reverie to blasphemy.
You needed me. Yes you needed me.

'Cause I can soothe any ail you whip together.
Head wounds and slow tunes are applicable.
This preoccupation with bunk stipulations
Nothing says "nothing" like nothing at all.
Oh the Lord loves a working girl, go ask Magdalene
Thirst for redemption will incite a brawl.
Drunk with dysfunction, fuck the injunction
It's ten paces out and we turn and we draw.


'Cause I can prove anything you can prove better
With a craw full of phlegm and a pack of withdrawal.
You set the precedent.
You make the present tense.
Nothin' says "romance" like pistols at dawn.

It's on. Yeah it's on.