Gung-ho - Bag Of Slugs lyrics

I don't mind the way you trick the trap for bait with a lawless mind, I watch your every move you move into the blue growing seeds for parts, The murder, the murder of crow, I play the fool for no one but you, A quick flash of gold that could of been a smile to catch a fly, By the skin of your teeth you find it hard to breath can't trust your tongue