Blackmouth Blues

So I sing this blackmouth blues
And eat the scythe to pay my dues
Down the throat like the sweetest of lies
But time has come for me to die
The hearse is fueled, the path is set
A hollow grave is all I’ll get
Got a dustcrown to wear
A villain vow no intruder could swear
So I sing this blackmouth blues
And eat the scythe to pay my dues
Down the throat like the sweetest of lies
But time has come for me to die
The path is set
There’s nothing like a trail of blood
To find your way rack home
Crimson footsteps on a snow white soul
Deathaddiction on the go
This is the blackmouth blues
A stain upon my black suede shoes