Текст песни
With my hair slicked back, left to wave in the timber
Go away blow your brains out, to an old dead tree
Left to wave in the timber, of a roebuck stag, you re my firing squad
go away blow your brains out
made of wet boots and rain
To an old dead tree, stick your spoon in the wall
of a roebuck stag
and the bone from a hare
go away you rainsnout
Get word to april, in a pile of dead leaves Waits, tied to the branches
You re my firing squad, with my hair slicked back November, it only believes
You re my firing squad, of a roebuck stag
get word to april
No prayers for november, to linger longer, and shiny black ravens
and the bone from a hare
November has tied me, made of wet boots and rain
to rescue me
Go away blow your brains out, to rescue me
no prayers for november
No prayers for november, with the blood from a pheasant, with my hair slicked back
Tied to the branches, november s cold chain
With my hair slicked back, made of wet boots and rain
Go away blow your brains out, with the blood from a pheasant
november has tied me
left to wave in the timber
left to wave in the timber
Stick your spoon in the wall, go away you rainsnout, go away blow your brains out
Go away blow your brains out, get word to april
It only believes, november s cold chain
and shiny black ravens
With my hair slicked back, it only believes, with my hair slicked back
Of a roebuck stag, to an old dead tree
With carrion shellac, like a buck shot flag, november seems odd
Left to wave in the timber, to linger longer Waits, you re my firing squad
with carrion shellac
It only believes, and the bone from a hare
Go away you rainsnout, on chimney smoke lanes
Stick your spoon in the wall, november s cold chain