Little Beast

The whole towns slippin down a hill Like the spine of something dead Slide in shadow cobble-creep Burn your mark and leave The trench conventions yellow eyes Follow her the local flower The girls a priest (to me at least) Since baptism peroxide And fear is not respect; correct But it's the best you're gonna get Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose Sharp blow and anything goes And fear is not respect; correct But it's the best you're gonna get Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose Sharp blow and anything goes