The Drover

Killing them softly Hob goblin robin hood Evisceration gashes Blood on the cobblestone Sharpen my blade with The face of your collar bone Father the macabre Prophesies of the untold Catacombs overflowing With the cackling Of fracturing bones Buried like Gobekli Tepe Necromancers dancing on their graves Paramores feeding on their blood like it's nectar Crowly style dead lift Resurrection in session Caskets hobble upright Towards the corn scythe collective Haggling for the last gram of hash From the Haberdashery Saddlebags strapped with cash Six gun salute Stallion galloping past you Batwing doors creaking As I creep in the saloon It's high time for high noon Fucking Mexican standoff Hexagonal cylinders start firing off Got them coughing up blood clots Before the clock tower tocks Coffin overstock at the Amish workshop In debt to the past The last of us Cast aside like trash A loose package With no return address Free from the cargo bag Tumbling into the street From the back end Of an unmarked van Cruising past the gas station In a black ski mask The hostage is in bandages Glock clap on the night cap Tic Tac Toe Tag X marks the spot Put an O on your dome square Black plastic front zip Blunt force slumber swag bag Haggling for the last gram of hash From the Haberdashery Saddlebags strapped with cash Six gun salute Stallion galloping past you Batwing doors creaking As I creep in the saloon It's high time for high noon Fucking Mexican standoff Hexagonal cylinders start firing off Got them coughing up blood clots Before the clock tower tocks Coffin overstock at the Amish workshop Captagon capsules laced with contaminants Kamikaze Pirouette Calamity follows suit Category 5 typhoon makes a landfall in January The coal mine canary's been dead for weeks Obituaries copied and pasted Loved one's evaporating Telephone poles propagated with copier paper Detrimental levels of lead in the water table A toxic shot of alka-seltzer But it costs less to process The Tomagachi's fed But your offspring are starving Half-off a Hack-saw to Hack-off Your own arms Now that's a fucking bargain Haggling for the last gram of hash From the Haberdashery Saddlebags strapped with cash Six gun salute Stallion galloping past you Batwing doors creaking As I creep in the saloon It's high time for high noon Fucking Mexican standoff Hexagonal cylinders start firing off Got them coughing up blood clots Before the clock tower tocks Coffin overstock at the Amish workshop