The Killing Season (UNKLE Remix)

The Killing Season （Remix ）-Mark Lanegan Band
Killing season its beginning
I feel your hands around my throat
Youre either lose or come up winning
Killing season its beginning
I feel your hands around my throat
Youre 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 killing seasons opened
I never say your name again
You hear the children speaking backwards
Just glow above he beds
Who sings a song that isnt a song
My souls 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 the air like
Brought six white horses down
When this cold dark night is over
Ill never come this way again