Or three of some kind of ghost
It calls our lives from the darkness
Maybe tomorrow you'll leave another tombstone
Maybe tomorrow we'll leave two sunken tombstones
Made of sand and moss
The stars lay on your naked skin, the moon was on your breast
Our days are numbered too but not outnumbered yet
Furious misfortune is upon us
I killed a man and I'd kill a country full
Our home is a feast love moving from the land
When we ride the death's head waters like leaves
And when my final bullet flies I'll be gone
We had a run of luck and ran it to the ground
To keep the rusted boat beneath your feet
Take my shell of buckshot the last one I got
Here's my teeth, mama, do you want them back
I hate, I hate to see your fear
I see you with burning eyes, burning with my tears
We're swaying swamp reeds in the sand
When a hail of arrows fell upon us
It's a cold feeling that hangs about our bones
I can't see them anymore
Wait for the wind to take your shot
I'll leave a hundred bodies rotting in the sun
While I see you laughing at the sun
Wait for the wind and take your shot
It's the sound of dancing of many legged things
Can you take aim at my enemies?
I will fire blindly into the trees and hope I hit someone's god
These are our times, mama, made of blood and bone
With the silt and moss
To tear the woven web and wires that bind you?
Take my arrow, the last one I got
That gather your tears from off the ground
