IntroVerseHer Eyes And Words Are So Icy Oh But She Burns Like Rum On A FireHot And Fast And Angry As She Can Be I Walk My Days On A WireIt Looks Ugly, But It's Clean Oh Mamma, Don't Fuss Over MeHookThe Way She Tells Me I'm Hers And She Is MineOpen Hand Or Closed Fist Would Be FineThe Blood Is Rare And Sweet As Cherry WineVerse 2Calls Of Guilty Thrown At Me All While She StainsThe Sheets Of Some OtherThrown At Me So Powerfully Just Like She Throws With The Arm Of Her BrotherBut I Want It, It's A Crime That She's Not Around Most Of The TimeInstrumentsBridgeHer Fight And Fury Is Fiery Oh But She LovesLike Sleep To The FreezingSweet And Right And Merciful I'm All But WashedIn The Tide Of Her BreathingAnd It's Worth It , It's Divine I Have This Some Of The TimeOutro
