"The Killing Season" as written by and Mark Lanegan Sietse Van Gorkom....
Killing season it's beginning
I feel your hands around my throat
You're 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 season's opened,
I never say your name again

And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood
I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug
You hear the children speaking backwards
Dead by glow above he beds
Who sings a song that isn't a song
My soul's 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 in the air like
When this cold dark night is over,
There ain't nobody left around

I paint it merry, I paint it black
Tonight they hang Jerry
Tonight they hang Jerry
And when this fever's dream is ending
I'll never come this way again
And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood
I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug
Killing season it's beginning,
Skeleton hands around my throat
Someone will lose, somebody's winning

I wear my old gray over coat
I wear my old gray over coat


Lyrics submitted by Marquez

"The Killing Season" as written by Sietse Van Gorkom Mark Lanegan

Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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    General CommentI added the right lyrics, those are all messed up, what happened?
    Marquezon December 06, 2014   Link

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