Lyrics Mongrel - Live - Alex Cameron
She
just
wanted
to
hold
his
heart,
in
her
hands
for
a
while
Drop
some
blood,
in
a
green
glass
vial
He
could
tell
her
a
thousand
times
Not
to
stare
when
he
gets
wild
Drop
some
blood,
in
a
green
glass
vial
Drop
some
blood,
in
a
green
glass
vial
Making
money
is
the
Devil's
art
They
can
trade
their
food
and
wine
Growing
grapes
on
a
fence
tied
vine
German
shepards
and
caged
magpies
Under
corrigated
iron
Drop
some
blood,
in
a
green
glass
vial
Drop
some
blood,
in
a
green
glass
vial
He
made
decisions
like
a
seasoned
vet
With
a
gun
to
the
sky
Quadre
bikes
and
a
telescopic
eye
Drop
some
blood,
in
a
green
glass
vial
In
the
evening
marauders
came
off,
it
was
on
her
breath
My
sweet
girl,
so
scared
you
forgot
about
death
Death
is
the
pulse
in
your
bye
on
your
very
last
breath
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