Bianca Casady & The C.i.A - Dead Season lyrics

Oscar Hocks, he has no clocks He suffers from the inner talks He wonders when those sinners stop Oscar Hocks, he has no clocks He suffers from the inner talks Oscar Hocks Secret societies, good old cops and robbers Cowboys and indians It's the one who keeps the secret wine Secret societies, good old cops and robbers Cowboys and indians The one who keeps the secret wine Nightmares come to all who sleep But Oscar Hocks, he wakes alone Nightmares come to all who dream Oscar Hocks It's the dead season All the leaves are falling, and the angels too The angels too All the houses are empty The chandeliers are dusty, and the angels too The angels too For some reason it's the dead season That's my favorite season For some reason it's the dead season That's my favorite season Secret societies, good old cops and robbers Cowboys and indians The one who keeps the secret wine Secret societies, good old cops and robbers Cowboys and indians It's the one who keeps the secret wine It's the dead season