Slim Twig - Brothl Hunting lyrics

Since when You been a backroom betty? With the sleeves rolled up And the gunmetal sweaty And the handyman's ready Just to coruscate baby And you snake charmer shake it for him You took it on a whim? How convincing... Was he sharkskin swimming Looking for some pretty And you grandpiano fall from the air I bet ya said yes twice 'Fore the split of a hair Come n' git it lady! Fading in the porch light Haunting like a loose kite 'Fore i pulled the lost knife Jailcell scratchin' Carving days into patterns Till i tesselate a tattered, battered Banshee-breathing portrait of you You wanna have the last laugh You wanna love me half-mast You wanna cold cut me Wanna ring metal cuff me Well ya can't come back Less ya take off that sack Lord knows that i bought it for you Feel the cold stone cuttin Lying bare west of the river On the cold peak rusting Well you can't come back Less you cuss that you love me Better cuss that you love me No you can't sleep warm tonight I walked into the cellar Heavy with a blade Smelled the mildewy mattress Lookin' for my maid It was there that she varied It was there that she varied And it's there that he's buried today