- Clutch Ghost 歌词
- Clutch
- The leather soles go shufflin' in
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin Now who will toast our noble host Who has this mornin' given up the ghost? The wooden coffer hand to hand Kind words are offered, silent prayers But she is satisfied the most While stabbing madly at the roast The rib of Adam, the eyes of EveThe sons of Cain receive no reprieve The rib of Adam, the eyes of EveThe sons of Cain receive no reprieve The creditor rides with his men The death of debtors, he won't forgive They repossess his silver eyes Now in the potter's field, he lies The rib of Adam, the eyes of EveThe sons of Cain receive no reprieve The rib of Adam, the eyes of EveThe sons of Cain receive no reprieve Waitin' for a dead man's shoes Have you heard the latest news? Lazarus is back from the dead Lookin' as one would expect Drippin' with the waters of SheolBabblin' about body and soul And then he found his wife in their bed Buck, naked and already wed The tax collector beneath his sheets The door swings open, floorboards creak Now who will toast our noble host Who has this mornin' given up the ghost? The rib of Adam, the eyes of EveThe sons of Cain receive no reprieve The rib of Adam, the eyes of EveThe sons of Cain receive no reprieve The rib of Adam, the eyes of EveThe sons of Cain will receive no reprieve The rib of Adam, the eyes of EveThe sons of Cain will receive, will receive
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