The Sweetest Curse

Curse with me Profane and discreet Make her move Cross veins and chamomile Soft and sweet Sea salt silver-meat Buried deep In crow skin overcoat Save your breath This may be the last There is no novelty here on the earth O'saviour! Forever threadbare and faded Drunken and arcane Curse the day O'saviour! There's rot gutted whiskey in ladies For to ease the pain Or drown away Save her! You've crushed all the bones and the cradles All along the way Along the way