Cut-throat Tongue and Razor

It's a dangerous garden
Swamped with simpletons;
A bad jangle of dirty silver;
The nuts and bolts of a pipe-bomb wedding
The parade is over
Lift that cursed skirt, vicious young jackal
My confidence is coming
Grind the bones to a powder,
Bring the blood to a boil
Free hands shouldn't be too careful
Grind the bones to a powder,
Bring the blood to a boil
Cut-throat tongue and razor
Ivory heart, iron lung
Keep an ear to the ground
You can hear them howling the death charm
Can you hear them marching?
Getting drunk to the same song
Low and behold
My confidence is coming
Grind the bones to a powder,
Bring the blood to a boil
Free hands shouldn't be too careful
Grind the bones to a powder,
Bring the blood to a boil
Cut-throat tongue and razor
Grind the bones to a powder,
Bring the blood to a boil
Free hands shouldn't be too careful
Grind the bones to a powder,
Bring the blood to a boil
Cut-throat tongue and razor
Grind the bones to a powder,
Bring the blood to a boil
Free hands shouldn't be too careful
Grind the bones to a powder,
Bring the blood to a boil
Cut-throat tongue and razor